"Mr. Li, is Yan alright?" The man blocking the way looked well-maintained, his square face exuding a scholarly elegance, and his designer suit indicating a comfortable lifestyle. At this moment, his face was full of genuine concern, as if he was truly worried about Rong Yan's safety.
Li Shengxiao, however, saw through the hypocrisy from the woman and little boy he brought along.
The woman was dressed appropriately, with exquisite makeup, not looking like she had rushed over, but more like she was dressed for an important dinner.
The small boy standing beside her was also decked in designer brands, with slight impatience in his eyebrows, occasionally staring down at the tip of his shoes, kicking the small stones at his feet. If not for his parents restraining him, he probably would have run back to play video games long ago.
