Perceptive guests had already noticed, at some point, Dan Rong had vanished from the scene.
"I apologize for making Uncle wait, there was traffic." Dan Hanjie's lips moved slightly, his words devoid of much sincerity.
Qin Youxuan, who had purposely instructed the driver to slow down but now listened to the man casually blaming traffic, quietly gave him a mental thumbs up.
"This is my wife, Qin Youxuan. Uncle might be familiar with her." Hanjie nudged Youxuan forward a bit, hinting her to greet him.
With a blink of her cat-like eyes, Youxuan sweetly greeted, "Uncle."
"She has always wanted to thank you personally for arranging her protection, so I brought her." Hanjie's words were nonchalant.
His enchanting eyes glowed with a peculiar light.
Others might not understand, but Dan Yi would.
It seemed he had discerned something about the assassination attempt; everyone needed to maintain dignity in this delicate situation.
