What followed unfolded almost exactly as both Lin Fan and Su Mo had expected. Just as the tension reached its peak, an aged yet imposing voice sounded from within the hall, cutting through the noise.
"Why is everyone gathered here?"
The crowd parted almost instinctively. An old man stepped forward, his mere presence enough to quiet the surroundings. The moment Lin Fan saw him, a faint smirk appeared on his lips.
"Grandpa…?" Chu Ziyuan called out in surprise.
Everyone quickly recognised the old man. It was Elder Zhenwu, the old master of the Chu family. A figure whose name alone carried weight in Jiangnan City.
His brow furrowed as he looked at his grandson. "Xiao Yuan? What's going on here?"
"Grandpa," Chu Ziyuan said immediately, pointing at Lin Fan, "this loser was trying to enter the party claiming he was invited by our Chu Family."
Elder Zhenwu followed his finger. The moment he saw Lin Fan standing there, surrounded by scorn, his expression changed.
"What did you do?"
