Xiao Han's face was slightly pale. He walked over to a middle-aged man, ignoring the golden star hanging on the man's body, and patted his shoulder, saying, "Move aside."
"What?" The man was puzzled.
"I'm tired and want to sit here," Xiao Han said rudely.
The middle-aged man's face turned crimson with anger. Among so many people, Xiao Han had to pick him, perhaps thinking he was an easy target.
But after scanning the surroundings, he realized he indeed seemed like the easiest target.
These people were either big shots or had more stars than him.
Though embarrassing, the man stood up and gave his seat to Xiao Han.
"The old fellow is almost gone, he has at most ten minutes left," Xiao Han muttered as his ears twitched.
Upon hearing this, everyone was shaken.
Sun Qingyun was skeptical, looking at Xiao Han as if he was a charlatan; he hadn't even seen his father, so how could he know his condition?
But Mr. Liu and the others went pale, panicking.
