He was here in the flesh!
What kind of concept was that?
This was equivalent to paying a visit to a temple and seeing the Bodhisattva speak.
How blissful!
All of them couldn't wait to squeeze over immediately to toast and exchange pleasantries. But they were frightened by Gong Jue's cold aura and didn't dare to act rashly.
"Master Jue, why don't we have a drink together?" Bai Lang suggested tentatively.
Gong Jue's gaze was cold. "I'm not free—"
Before he could finish speaking…
His gaze pierced through the French window and focused on a petite figure.
The man frowned slightly.
Then, he sat down at the master seat in front of the French window.
The rich and young masters from the noble families who wanted to toast him just now were all extremely surprised. Damn it. They finally had the chance to drink with Master Jue on the same stage. They felt that their worth had instantly soared by a few times.
