Wang Zhen opened the door and gave Ren Feifan a few reminders.
He knew Ren Feifan's temper, a person who cared for nothing and disregarded everything.
In Ren Feifan's eyes, these big figures might mean nothing.
Right now, all he could do was pray that Ren Feifan wouldn't lose his temper at tonight's banquet and that everything would go smoothly.
Besides, whether Ren Feifan's matter could be approved completely depended on the faces of these people!
Ren Feifan glanced at Wang Zhen and nodded. He still had to give some face to his uncle, and with his hands behind his back, he walked in leisurely.
Inside the private room, his Spiritual Sense instantly enveloped everyone, and he found a large round table in the room, surrounded by about a dozen elderly people.
The youngest seemed to be around forty years old.
Being in his twenties, he appeared somewhat out of place.
The entire private room was almost fully occupied, except for two empty seats in the north.
