In a quiet flower hall on the second floor, an old man with tiger-like eyes and a bear-like gaze sat in a corner, his grizzled hair neatly combed back, vigorous and imposing. His aura was powerful!
Several people stood beside him, the others silent, watching the two tense figures without a word.
Outside the flower hall stood two security guards. Even though the old man bore no badges of rank, the ramrod posture of the guards signaled his extraordinary status.
Li Shengxiao, confronted with the people here, actually kept glancing down to check on Rong Yan's situation.
In just the time it took to exchange a few words, he turned back to see the young woman he'd brought being harassed downstairs. The situation didn't look good.
His thin lips instantly compressed into a straight line, and with a straight back, he spoke to the old man seated on the sofa, emanating a formidable presence. "If you called me up here just to say this, then there's no need. I'm not interested in listening!"
