The pocket on the front of a man's suit is very small. A handgun could only fit half way in, with the rest prominently exposed. The pure white suit contrasted starkly with the black gun, creating a comically eerie image.
Shen Nie cast a glance downward and said, "Thanks are still necessary, after all, this gift is... quite unique."
Kang Chen slightly lifted his chin. He was of similar height to Shen Nie, their gazes meeting on the same level. As they looked at each other, beneath their outward calm, a storm seemed to be brewing, creating a tumultuous, unpredictable atmosphere.
Fearing that Kang Chen might lose control, Xia Xuanmo quickly suggested, "It's getting late, let's all find our seats."
Liancheng Yanzhi patted Kang Chen on the shoulder and agreed, "Indeed, it's time to be seated."
Kang Chen raised an eyebrow, "After you, Prince."
Shen Nie smirked and replied, "After you, Mr. Chen."
