The group of people standing behind him stood in unison.
As solemn and orderly as a meeting of national leaders.
They directly dominated the scene, and although Zou Xueqin's people on the other side also exuded an elitist aura, they lacked the opponent's rigor and composure, highlighting their frivolity and arrogance by comparison.
—Perhaps it had something to do with leadership.
Tak stood up with a smile, reaching for a handshake, but before he could speak, he heard the other person say indifferently, "It seems I've arrived just in time."
His voice was deep and resonant like marble, with an implied meaning.
Tak looked up to see a pair of bright but sharp eyes above the cold and distinct contours of the other's face.
He smiled lightly, "That depends on what you're here for, Mr. Xiao."
Or rather, your sincerity.
