Feng Yu's heir had been decided.
The future successor of the First Research Institute had been decided.
There was no longer any suspense.
In the Bright Gate villa.
Gu San rushed in with a stack of invitations. Before he could sit down and take a sip of water, he said to the girl playing games on the sofa, "Miss Qiao, the Chamber of Commerce Alliance, Hacker Alliance, and Arbitration Alliance have all sent you invitations. Are we going?"
Qiao Nian controlled her avatar to instantly kill an opponent and replied without looking up, "No."
"Oh." As expected, Gu San threw most of the invitations into the wastepaper basket as he looked at them one by one.
Reading quickly, he soon flipped to the last invitation.
The weight of the gilded invitation was different from the others. It was textured, and a tassel pendant hung on the edge of the invitation.
Extremely noble.
