357, intentionally

Song Zhen had little expression on his face.

It was as if what Lin Jinluan has said had nothing to do with him at all.

And because of this, the crowd grew curious, their gazes inadvertently drifting toward Lin Yuexi.

Before, as everyone sat exchanging pleasantries, all the heavyweights present hadn't paid much attention to this young junior.

But with Lin Jinluan's words, he had successfully made his son the center of everyone's attention.

Lin Yuexi also stood up, took the decanter in hand, and was about to pour into the crystal glass in front of Song Zhen, "Song Zhen, my old classmate, let's have a drink!"

His pale, attractive hand suddenly covered the mouth of the crystal glass.

Lin Yuexi looked at Song Zhen in surprise.

But he saw Song Zhen's restrained gaze, deep and boundless, like the midnight sea, dark and distant.

Lin Yuexi felt a bit scared.