The voice was not loud, but it could be heard clearly by everyone there. The voice was as chilling as the winter air, but amid the iciness, there was a trace of elegance. With just the voice alone, everyone who heard it felt they were being pulled into a dream.
The group of people had stood there for so long, but they did not notice there was stranger among them. The moment they heard the voice, they turned toward the source in strange unison.
Around five meters away, under a tree, stood a single shadow in a simple get-up of a white shirt and black slacks. His face was unclear due to the fact he was standing under the tree's shadow, but the way he stood was enough to showcase his immense presence.
The scene was silent for about one minute before Qin Yinan recovered and said politely, "Good afternoon, sir."
Only silence answered Qin Yinan. The Clubhouse Manager also added, "Sir, what do you mean by what you just said?"
Still, there was no answer.
