"Dad, have you forgotten that Young Master Ye and Old Master Ye are still here? Moreover, Qiao Nian's witnesses are not to be trifled with."
Jiang Yao did not say, "Not many people dare to make a scene on this occasion!"
As they talked, they saw Gu San bring someone in.
Following Gu San was an old man in his seventies wearing a black coat with golden thread embroidered with auspicious clouds at his collar and cufflinks.
He had a pair of slanted eyes and messy eyebrows. His iconic green eyes were not as bright at his age, but they had a sharp edge that had accumulated over time.
The old man followed behind Gu San, not even blinking when facing the hundreds of tables of dignitaries and celebrities in the banquet hall. From his relaxed attitude, it could be seen that his identity was not ordinary.
Feng Yu had heard Qiao Nian and Ye Wangchuan's talk.
Upon seeing the old man, his usual calmness momentarily cracked and he said in a surprised tone, "Smith? He's not dead?"
