When Zhou Jinshen arrived, he was followed by four black-clad bodyguards.

Such a grand entrance naturally became the focus of the entire venue.

The Windsor Banquet is currently the highest-standard banquet in the country.

The guests are either wealthy or influential.

But in the Zhou family of Shanghai, in the upper-class circles, they are also the pinnacle of the pyramid.

After a moment of reflection, countless people rushed up to greet and chat with him.

But even in this situation,

His indifferent eyes still lacked interest.

When his gaze swept over the crowd, there was only weariness and indifference.

I found my way to a dim corner,

Continuing to contemplate the sense of brokenness beneath his glorious appearance.

Which good sister went above and beyond to make him love her to the point of obsession?

"Why have you been staring at him? Do you like him?"

As I was thinking, suddenly a man's teasing voice came from behind me.

I turned to look,

It turned out to be Xie Heng, who had dyed his hair a flamboyant silver color.

Unlike everyone else, he didn't rush to flatter Zhou Jinshen.

After all, he had the most noble status among this generation in the capital.

He smirked and walked to my side, picking up a piece of cake, his diamond earring reflecting white light.

"Do you like him? If he buys me this set of Pigeon Blood Red Treasure on my body, I would like him even more."

This collection-grade high-end jewelry is worth a nine-figure sum.

If a soft-hearted rich guy buys it today, my commercial value in the industry will be maximized.

"Isn't that simple?" Xie Heng laughed. "If you shout 'I love Xie Heng' now and tell me how much stuff you have on you, I'll take it all."

Billions worth of items, and he said it as if buying vegetables.

But I got goosebumps:

"Thank you, Young Master, but there's no need."