"Mr. Duan, nice to meet you for the first time."
Duan Zigui hurriedly extended his hand and shook An Yiqing's hand politely, "Thank you, Miss An, for saving my father. If you need anything in the future, just let me know, I will definitely support you."
An Yiqing nodded to accept, while Duan Jingning lowered his head in silence, his expression inscrutable.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the hall was even more bizarre than before. Duan Zigui, Duan Ziyu, and Duan Ziqing each sat on a sofa, lost in thought. An Yiqing and Duan Jingning, however, were having a lively conversation in this strange atmosphere. Duan Shan was silent, sitting far away, and Ruan Xue and Xia Hao blinked as they watched the scene in front of them, occasionally lowering their heads to discuss their insights about the Duan family.
Time passed slowly, and when the large clock in the hall struck six times, Duan Ziyu, who had been silent all along, finally couldn't hold back.
