The Savior

The hall for the lunch banquet was set up in the property management area. Nearly 100 guests had already taken a seat when Tang Xiu's group came in. The staff directly took them to the table at the very center where Wang Xuegang had been waiting for a long time. The latter then immediately got up and smilingly said, "Boss Tang, Miss Zhang, please take a seat."

Zhang Xinyue took a seat gracefully, but Tang Xiu didn't immediately sit down. He had faintly smelled a familiar scent when he had just entered the hall, but he couldn't remember what it was immediately. He took a glance around and found that the nearly 100 guests were having a merry time, yet he couldn't help but crease his brows deeply.

He hadn't yet discovered the source of the scent, but it somehow made him faintly vigilant inside, as if his sixth sense found something amiss, causing him to feel the looming danger.

"Something wrong, Boss Tang?"