At Highland Hotel, in the main dining hall.
Andrew Han was following his father, William Han, making rounds to toast the guests, when a cold, angry voice rang out, echoing in his ears and making his whole body tremble.
The furious shout was overwhelming.
It was like the roar of a ferocious beast, filled with icy coldness and terror.
Master?
Master also came to my graduation banquet?
Andrew Han glanced at the entrance, his eyelid twitching. He nearly lost control of his strength and almost crushed the small wine glass between his fingers.
Leonard Gao's forehead was drenched in cold sweat, his shirt soaked through. He kept wiping with a tissue, his plump body moving stiffly and cautiously.
Who can tell me what to do?
Andrew Han felt a sense of helplessness. With Miles Ning's unpredictable temperament, if he got angry, no one would survive.
But the problem is—all those present are my parents' friends and relatives.
Gulp.
Andrew Han swallowed, nudged his father's shoulder, and turned to the entrance: "Master, why are you here? Why didn't you tell me beforehand? We could have come together."
Miles Ning's wrinkled old face was full of cold indifference.
Without speaking, Miles Ning's cold transmission sounded like a sudden clap of thunder: "Whether I come or not, why do I need to explain to you?"
In an instant, Andrew Han felt a chill in his heart.
When Miles Ning stops calling himself Master, it means he's angry! But Andrew really doesn't have the confidence to appease this master.
Andrew Han whispered, "These are all my father's friends and relatives. My father has been looking forward to this graduation banquet for so long. I can feel how satisfied and happy he is. Please be understanding, Master."
Miles Ning lowered his eyelids, hands behind his back, silent.
But the transmission was as cold as a winter wind, blowing fiercely and filled with brutality.