Wang Yu glanced at Chang Fansha's retreating figure, then turned to look at the beat-up Santana 2000, feeling very surprised. According to Chang Fansha's personality, why would he settle for driving such a car? Could the kid have changed his ways?
But he couldn't be bothered to waste brain cells on this issue; if Chang Fansha had really changed, it would be a good thing. It's always better to keep a low profile, especially as an assassin—flamboyance is bound to lead to trouble sooner or later.
He looked at his watch; it was almost five o'clock. Almost everyone who should have arrived had done so, except for Gao Chao who hadn't shown up yet. He had no idea what that guy was up to, dawdling along.
"Gao Chao hasn't arrived yet, let's go inside and sit for a while."
Wang Yu mentioned this to Qin Tian, then turned his head and walked towards the villa. Qin Tian and Xiao Fei, of course, followed suit.
In the living room, everyone gathered and exchanged greetings.
