Facing the inexplicable greeting of the man before him, Su Yan did not answer his question. Instead, he replied in an indifferent tone, "I'm sorry, do we know each other?"
As he said this, Su Yan did not forget to size up the man in front of him. His gaze was quite ordinary, but with close attention, one could detect a hint of unfriendliness and, at the same time, a subtle vigilance.
After all, this man was someone who walked the streets on a rainy night with a knife on his back. Without knowing the details about the other party, a certain level of caution was still necessary.
The man was very perceptive and could sense the vigilance and unfriendliness in Su Yan's eyes. But he didn't seem to mind, just smiled slightly, offering a gesture of goodwill. Then he said with a smile, "We do not know each other, but that doesn't matter."
Don't know me? Doesn't matter? What is this about? Su Yan frowned slightly, and then his voice grew even colder, "Then do you know my parents?"
