Backstage lounge.
"Third brother, are you sure you want to continue with this press conference?" Luke Land frowned as he watched the crowded scene in the exhibition hall through the surveillance.
"What's going on with the head of security? How did they let so many people in?" Luke Land said irritably.
"Second Young Master Land, there are too many people this time, we couldn't stop them even if we tried."
A man in his forties stood to the side, shivering. Hearing his tone, could this be the head of security?
"I mean, this is a media press conference, not a celebrity meet and greet. With so many people there, how can the conference go on?"
"Everyone is here to see Third Young Master Land. They're too enthusiastic, I..."
"..."
Luke Land's mouth twitched as he shook his head helplessly. His own third brother's influence is truly formidable...
