A shout rang out, reverberating through the arena.
Countless eyes turned to look, some people were confused, and amid the astonished exclamations of those beside them, they widened their eyes, "An, An Xinyuan! Mr. An?!"
"How did he come?!"
An Xinyuan strode forward, flanked by over a dozen bodyguards, exuding an imposing aura.
"Mr. An?" Chang Tong's voice halted, his tone visibly changing, concealing his explosiveness and becoming somewhat sinister, "We haven't seen each other for some years, right? I heard you were seriously ill before. I had Mr. Tang worry about you often, has your illness healed?"
An Xinyuan's brain illness was no secret in Yun City.
The Divine Doctor had made multiple visits for treatment, but to no avail in the end.
