The man was standing very still near the buffet table. He kept drinking one glass of champagne after another. His face was extremely pale, and his eyes looked glazed over.

I told Xiaotao about it, and she glanced over at the man. 

“I know him,” she said. “He’s the head of Suda Express—Chen Da!”

I was very familiar with the company. Suda Express was a famous logistics company. They were the ones who delivered my parcels whenever I buy anything online.

“He’s acting really weird!” I remarked.

Xiaotao nodded. “His face is almost white like a ghost! He probably didn’t have much rest, or perhaps he could be taking drugs…” Xiaotao then lowered her voice and added, “These rich people lead very messy lives, Song Yang! I’m going to have to stay vigilant tonight, just in case…”

“Did you notice that he never blinked?” I asked.

Xiaotao stopped dancing...