Mr. Zhou instructed a subordinate, "Please invite Mr. Lu in."
"Yes, sir."
Lu Huai'an only brought one person with him. Just standing in the hall without speaking, his cold and imposing presence already separated him from those around him, as if in a different world.
His facial features were deeply carved, and his eyes, which hid sharpness, made it difficult for others to meet his gaze directly. His all-black attire made him appear even more indifferent and detached.
As the assistant handed over the gift, he spoke in a low voice, "I came late; I hope Mr. Zhou can forgive me."
It wasn't an attitude of superiority or disdain; his manners and demeanor were impeccable.
Mr. Zhou received the gift and laughed heartily as he exchanged pleasantries, "No, no, Huai'an, it's my honor that you could attend my birthday banquet. You've gone all out with such an expensive gift."
