Fu Yanchen turned his head and looked at the waiter. "I don't have an invitation either. Can I come in?"
The waiter froze. How could he not recognize the eldest son of the Fu family when he worked for them?
"Of course, of course!"
"Heh."
Unexpectedly, Fu Yanchen let out a low laugh, cold and mocking. His gaze shifted from the waiter's face and swept sideways toward Mr. Fu. "Father, it seems age is catching up with you. How could you employ someone so clueless and inconsistent with standards?"
Mr. Fu's expression turned stern. His brows furrowed, and he said coldly, "Come in if you want to. Why are you still standing at the door? Invite everyone in immediately, and see me for punishment after the banquet."
The second half was directed sharply at the waiter.
Fu Yanchen's lips curled with a flash of mockery before he turned his wheelchair and led the way inside.
Jiang Jiamian followed without hesitation.