In the hall, all eyes, including Huangfu Ruo's, were fixed on Leng Zimo and Luo Jun.
Both men were clad in dark gray suits with faint stripes, white shirts, and even the handkerchiefs and ties in their pockets were of the same gold hue.
The only difference was that Leng Zimo wore a tie, while Luo Jun wore a bowtie.
Seen this way, the two of them were dressed as if in father and son outfits, especially with their similar expressions and gestures; they virtually appeared like father and son.
At that moment, bodyguard John had also positioned himself like a mountain in front of Mother Xia Shang.
Seeing the grim-faced black bodyguard, Xia Shang, terrified, dared not cry and simply cowered in his mother's arms.
Mother Xia Shang glanced at the black bodyguard, then turned to the expression on Leng Zimo's face, feeling instinctively weak inside.
The man's face was terribly grim.
Tonight, she estimated that she couldn't possibly leave without apologizing.
