The delivery guy left in a daze.
Shaoyun and his group of guards stood to the side, watched closely by the IBI's detective and inspectors.
The Captain of the Guards felt a bit indignant: "Patriarch, she..."
Shaoyun coldly glanced at the Captain of the Guards: "Shut up."
Ying Zijin put down the food delivery and poured two glasses of wine, pushing one toward Fu Yihan: "Big brother, drink."
The young girl looked obedient and gentle, without any sign of lethality.
It was hard to connect her with the triumphant figure on the competition stage.
Fu Yihan's hand trembled, still very nervous.
He swallowed, his voice strained: "Okay, drink, you, you drink too, don't mind me."
Fu Yihan picked up his chopsticks but didn't move for a long time, lost in thought.
Meanwhile, Sinai was eating happily beside him.
Fu Yihan couldn't hold back and asked: "Zijin, Yunshen, he?"
Ying Zijin rested her chin on one hand: "He's just the Supreme Executive Commander of the IBI."
Fu Yihan: "..."
