The sound was heard before the person was seen.
Jack Pack's Mandarin was choppy, with a strange flavor to it—a clear sign of someone who had lived abroad for years.
He wore loose hip-hop style clothing, a baseball cap, and his walk had a bouncy step to it.
His feet were clad in big, limited edition sneakers, costing a pretty penny.
As soon as he entered the room, the whole space suddenly filled with a vibrant energy.
At first glance, he was unmistakably a wealthy second-generation.
When Jack Pack came in, Joey Thompson subconsciously stood up and took a couple of steps towards the door to greet him, reaching out his hand, "Mr. Pack~ meeting you is better than hearing of you."
Jack Pack instinctively reached out to shake his hand.
But just as their hands were about to touch, Eve Thompson gave a faint cough, startling Jack Pack so that his body stiffened.
The hand he had extended turned into a fist and then he heavily patted Joey Thompson's shoulder.
