C82 Meet(2)

The room quietened down as the old man picked up a teacup and savored a small mouthful of it. He had no intention to let Lang Yan take a seat at all.

The six bodyguards at both sides of the table were watching Lang Yan's actions closely, as though as long as he moved, they would shoot him.

Lang Yan knew that the old man was secretly observing him and maintained an elegant smile on his face