Squeak—
Accompanied by a screeching halt, a Rolls-Royce Cullinan stopped in front of them, and soon after, a handsome man and a beautiful woman stepped out of the car.
The man had a composed look on his face, holding a black umbrella in his hand.
The girl under the umbrella had a smile on her lips, and a red brocade pouch embroidered with a mandarin duck tied around her waist.
"My lord!"
"Living Buddha!"
Two different voices sounded at the same time.
Leader Er made eye contact with the other from across the air.
Invisible sparks were shooting through the air, reflecting their dissatisfaction with each other and themselves for vying to be the best lackey.
"Enough," Wang Ran interrupted them, "Let's talk about the specifics."
He glanced towards the building and saw Bai Fan squatting on the staircase with a strange expression on his face.
He was somewhat puzzled, thinking to himself what was wrong with Bai Fan.