The splendidly decorated villa living room, the air seemed to have come to a standstill.
Only Tang Song and Xie Yue's voices could be heard, neither too loud nor too soft.
Tang Song attended the birthday party as a friend of Qian Lele.
Plus, Ding Yao and the others were all still university students and hadn't stepped into society.
So they had never inquired about what Tang Song did for work.
Just from his Bentley Continental and his outfit and demeanor, it was clear he wasn't an ordinary person.
But no one expected him to be so extraordinary.
Zhang Haoyu looked at the sister standing next to Tang Song, his face alternating between pale and flushed.
"Gulp—" Su Minghao quietly swallowed a bit of saliva, his body suddenly shivering.
Realizing he almost offended an incredible figure.
Fortunately, he hadn't said anything too excessive.
Figures like these probably wouldn't nitpick with youngsters like them, right?
