The atmosphere at the table was strange; Fong Dan was seething with anger but had nowhere to channel it, and several young masters who wanted to please her couldn't find the right approach, each of their expressions notably splendid.
Only Pang Feng was leisurely and contented, cradling a cup of tea, savoring it with evident enjoyment.
"Pang Feng, just you wait! You just wait, if I don't make you look bad today, my name isn't Fong!" Fong Dan gritted her teeth internally; she had an inkling about some of the inside information regarding today's banquet.
Her father, Fong Fanjia, as the head of Jiufeng Pharmaceutical, held a pivotal position in the province's pharmaceutical system. Young Master Gu had gone to great lengths to win over the Fong family, and today's banquet was the day Young Master Gu would fire at Xin Wenwu—soon the Fong family would have to take a stand.