Su Xuan shrugged and by this time, he had already entered the hall. After giving the invitation to the staff, he entered a large private room.
This room was very large, able to accommodate at least three hundred people. Inside, there was a long aisle, much like those red carpet paths, and on both sides of this room were neatly arranged high-class tables. When Su Xuan and Bu Daming came in, there were already quite a few people there, with a few handsome guys and pretty girls singing on the stage.
Su Xuan scanned the place with a glance and didn't see anyone particularly old; he figured he and Bu Daming were probably the oldest there, since the mayor's daughter, Sun Qianxun, was only twenty years old.
"Old Bu, why do I feel like seeing these people makes me feel old!"
Su Xuan scratched his nose, feeling a bit awkward. All along, he had considered himself quite young, but time waits for no one; suddenly he was already at the uncle level.
