"""
Huo Beiting stood there, stunned, his brain short-circuiting.
Huo Xingzhou handed the invitation to Qiao Xi at his side, "Read it."
Qiao Xi stepped forward and took the invitation.
Her lips were pursed, her pretty face cold as frost.
Her gaze fell on the microphone in Huo Beiting's hand, and she forcefully snatched it away.
"Hello."
She tested the microphone's volume, her soft voice filling the entire banquet hall, yet no one could manage a laugh at that moment.
Qiao Xi, looking at the invitation with Huo Beiting's handwritten flattery, read it out loud.
"Respected founder of Tianyuan Group, I cordially invite you to join my grandfather's 70th birthday celebration."
"Shut up! Don't read any more!" Huo Beiting's face turned pale.
He wanted to go forward and grab the microphone, but driver Old Chen kicked him away.