The man next to Alex was tall and remarkably good-looking. The two of them together ford a sharp contrast.
While paparazzi may lack other skills, Nangong Qiang was quite proud of one thing.
Throughout the entire Imperial Capital and the entertainnt industry, anyone with a bit of fa had their appearance and na engraved in his mind.
But he looked at the person next to Alex for a long ti, yet he couldn’t figure out who it was. However, that face seed familiar.
The two quickly entered the hotel, and with an invitation, walked in openly through the main entrance.
Nangong Qiang slowly retracted his gaze from their backs and looked down at the image in his cara, frowning deeply.
He stared at it for quite a while, gasped, and suddenly slapped his forehead.
He finally figured out why that person seed familiar! Because he looked a bit like Fu Shihan!
He couldn’t pinpoint exactly how, maybe the eyes? Or the aura? But there was definitely a resemblance!
Did Boss Fu have another brother besides Fu Shili?
Nangong Qiang wondered curiously, wanting to call Fu Shihan to ask, but was afraid of interrupting his work and getting scolded.
After so internal struggle, he decided against it and drove off to find sothing to eat first.
In the hotel banquet hall, as ti passed, more and more guests arrived, and the atmosphere beca increasingly lively. Su Yao drank more and more wine.
Fortunately, she had a good tolerance for alcohol, and she wasn’t mixing drinks today, so she was still in good shape.
Lu Ci stayed with her the whole ti, noticing her gulping down the red wine as if it were water, and couldn’t help reminding her, "Drink less."
"Why?" Su Yao turned to look at him and asked quietly, "Where did this wine co from? It tastes good."
"Supplied by Fu Shihan, of course, it’s good. Red wine is strong; drink less, or you’ll suffer in the morning."
"Does Fu Shihan have expertise in wine too?"
"He owns vineyards abroad. All the wine today was directly shipped from there."
This was the first ti Su Yao had heard about it. She blinked and smiled.
So, does that an she’ll never have to spend on good wine again?
Su Yao smiled and turned to look for Fu Shihan. But before she could find him, she spotted Su Wanxin first.
Moreover, Su Wanxin looked sowhat uneasy.
In the crowd, Su Wanxin held a wine glass and locked eyes with the man in front of her.
She didn’t expect him to co to the Imperial Capital, let alone here.
"President Su, long ti no see."
Fu Ziqian opened with a light smile and clinked glasses with her, but received no response.
Su Wanxin stared at him with a somber gaze before letting out a mocking laugh. "It has been a long ti indeed."
Fu Ziqian, the eldest son of Fu Mingzhe and Fu Shihan’s cousin.
If she rembered correctly, the last ti Su Wanxin saw him was in middle school, over a decade ago.
Why was he here?
To declare war?
To tell them he’s back?
Su Wanxin knew about the ongoing conflict between Trojan and the Fu Group, and that the root cause was Fu Mingzhe and his son. But they had never shown themselves in public, making Su Wanxin wonder how long they planned to stay hidden.
Unexpectedly, they chose today to appear.
Fu Ziqian had long been in cahoots with Trojan, and Cheng Yao seed to be their ally too.
So is it certain that that crazy woman is now in the Imperial Capital too?
"Looking for for sothing?" Su Wanxin asked coldly, staring into Fu Ziqian’s seemingly amused eyes, feeling utterly repulsed.
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