Evening.
The Tang Family's banquet center was bustling with activity, attracting almost all the aristocratic families of Beijing.
This included the people from the three top-tier prestigious families.
Song Shimiao, holding Jiang Haishi's arm, walked through the main entrance, instantly surrounded by a flurry of people flattering them.
They returned polite smiles, exchanged a few casual pleasantries, and quickly withdrew from the crowd.
"Sigh, these kinds of occasions are such a hassle." Jiang Haishi shook his head, wearing a look of disdain.
Song Shimiao rolled her eyes at him, "For heaven's sake, Uncle Tang treated you like his own son when you were little, and now you find coming to his birthday party annoying?"
Jiang Haishi was left speechless by her retort, lowering his head slightly, sheepishly explaining in a hushed voice, "It's not that I'm annoyed by Uncle Tang, I'm talking about those other people just now…"
"Sister Shimo, you're here."
