"Senior brother, I have two things to discuss with you," Lei Jing said through the rearview mirror to Li Yan.
She was barely in her twenties, yet her demeanor and conversation revealed the sophistication of someone who was about forty.
"Ah, go ahead," Li Yan rubbed his eyes.
"Secretary Zhou of the association wants to organize a welcome party for you at the White Swan Pavilion. Besides colleagues from the martial arts community, he has also invited many celebrities from the political and business sectors, um, Chairman Chang will also come."
"Chairman Chang?" Li Yan thought for a while before realizing, "Oh! Chairman Chang."
He wasn't concerned: "What else?"
"Additionally, the patriarch of Hongsheng Ancestral Hall, Guan Yantao, is critically ill."
The sound of the car wheels skidding was sharp and piercing.
The driver with the buzz cut worked the steering wheel hard, and the black Bentley sharply turned, blending into the rolling traffic on the elevated road.
