Ji Haoyu, who had said nothing, also opened his mouth to persuade him.
Ji Haoyu's status in Old Master Ji's heart was unparalleled. Just this sentence made the old man, who had been politely refusing just now, nod. "Alright, I'll listen to you. Let's have a grand one!"
The elders looked at each other without batting an eyelid. They smiled bitterly in their hearts. No matter how hard they tried, they could not compare to just a sentence uttered by the grandson.
"Oh, right." Old Master Ji seemed to have thought of something. He looked up at the butler, Wu Yong, and said, "Old Wu, get the invitation to the gala."
Wu Yong nodded and went to the cabinet in the yard. He pulled open the drawer and took out a beautifully wrapped golden envelope.
After receiving it, the old man handed the envelope to Ji Haoyu and explained in a casual tone, "Haoyu, this is the invitation to this year's Langxing Gala. Go on my behalf in three days."
