The Maserati was parked by the roadside, and as a guard walked towards it, about to ask the man next to it for his ID, footsteps were heard from behind. Turning around, he saw it was Lord Yao, and stood at attention: "Yao Ke!"
"You can go back; I know this person." Lord Yao said softly.
The guard saluted and returned to his post.
The two men stood face to face, their shadows cast long by the setting sun.
"What are you doing here?" Yao Ke's voice was icy and revealed his displeasure. This man never gave up, stalking his wife, pestering her endlessly even now.
Tang Xiangdong had one hand in his pocket, his neat and clean tie exuding casual confidence; from the look of his fair complexion, you couldn't tell he'd ever been seriously ill.
"I'm here to present Jiayin with a banner. She saved my life, and at the very least, I need to express my gratitude and thanks. One should never forget a life-saving grace."
