"Humph! Let them be." Feng Lan scoffed coldly.
Hearing this, Jiang Yanna hid a secret smile. It was abundantly clear that her mother truly despised Qiao Meixia.
Just then, the grand double doors of the banquet hall swung open once again.
Everyone in the room turned to see who had arrived. Moments later, they watched as a man seated in a sleek, high-tech electric wheelchair rolled smoothly into the hall.
A wave of quiet gasps rippled through the crowd.
No one had expected someone of his stature to show up at a banquet like this.
Jiang Lukang immediately rushed over in person to welcome the high-profile guest.
"Welcome, Young Master Yin!" Jiang Lukang beamed, bowing his head respectfully.
He did not dare show even a hint of disrespect toward the man in the wheelchair, fully aware of the colossal power and influence of the family backing him.
"Mmm. My grandfather received the invitation and asked me to attend in his place." Yin Jiuqi replied, offering a faint, polite smile.
