This time, Ye Xiyao did not wear a mask.
She held onto Li Changlin's arm as they walked into the banquet hall together.
At this moment, the banquet had yet to officially begin, but the hall was already packed with nearly three hundred people.
There were plenty of elites in Shanghai City, but those who truly held status were only a select few.
People within the same circles naturally recognized Li Changlin.
As for Ye Xiyao, she was even more well-known—many socialites and their families were her fans.
Numerous attendees cheerfully approached to greet Li Changlin and Ye Xiyao, and the two patiently exchanged smiles and returned their greetings one by one.
Finding a vacant spot casually, Li Changlin sat down comfortably, remarking, "These past few days have been so hectic, I haven't even had a proper rest."
"Brother Changlin, there's no need for you to personally handle so many matters. You could completely delegate them to others,"
