It must be said, Chu Ge is really like a clothes rack. Zhao Wuji's clothes were tailored specifically to match his own temperament, so when someone else wears them, it inevitably feels a bit off.
But when Chu Ge put them on, the attire perfectly accentuated his demeanor!
"Aiyo, if I had Mr. Chu's good looks when I was young, I probably would have scored with those few women I had a crush on back in the day!" Watching Chu Ge dressed in a white suit with a bunch of red roses on his chest, Zhao Wuji couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, his eyes brimming with unabashed envy.
Chu Ge looked at him and laughed: "With Mr. Zhao's current net worth, wouldn't dealing with those ordinary women be a snap?"
"That's a different flavor," Zhao Wuji shook his head and said, "Shall we head out, Mr. Chu?"
"Alright."
The banquet had a special hall set up, and at the entrance, there were security guards checking invitations, which were required for entry.
