Outside the Star Presidency Hotel's venue, the atmosphere under the dazzling lights was lively and orderly, with celebrities walking the red carpet one after another, smiling for the cameras as flashes flickered nonstop.
Then, abruptly, that rhythm was broken.
Lin Fan stepped onto the red carpet as if he belonged there, dressed in an old shirt, jeans, and sneakers—so out of place that it immediately drew stunned gazes from reporters on both sides.
For a brief moment, no one even reacted, as if their minds couldn't process what they were seeing.
Then the murmurs began.
"Who is that?"
"Is this some kind of stunt?"
"He just walked in like that?"
Cameras instinctively turned toward him.
The security guards quickly moved to intercept him, stepping forward with stern expressions. "Sir, please stop. This area is restricted."
Lin Fan didn't slow down. Instead, he sneered and took out an invitation card, holding it up with casual confidence.
