In Smith's eyes, whatever Bai Xinyan's body language meant, the young man's expression remained as indifferent as ever, with no response whatsoever.
As for Bai Xinyan, she was neither angry nor embarrassed—at least, not on the surface. She maintained that posture and quickly found a relatively fitting role for herself:
Like a private tour guide who had taken the initiative to attach herself to him, she extended a hand in a vague gesture, seemingly introducing the Exhibition Hall to the young man.
Smith was a little stunned. "Who is that?"
No matter how well-informed someone was, their knowledge of fields wholly unrelated to them was limited. In the end, Yue Qi filled him in. "His name is Ronan. In Xia City, he has quite a..."
After hesitating, Yue Qi used a somewhat inappropriate word. "Quite a reputation."
"Why haven't I heard of him?"
"He's probably not part of ordinary people's circles." That was all Yue Qi could say. He himself was an outsider too, at most having heard vague scraps of information that were hard to distinguish between truth and falsehood, leaving him with only a hazy impression.
Smith understood. There was a similar circle in the New World, one that had become relatively high-profile in recent years, yet remained generally incomprehensible. Even for a man at his level, gaining a deeper understanding of it was still extremely difficult.
He quickly caught another key point. "You know him?"
"We've had one encounter." Yue Qi's answer lacked confidence.
In truth, it was his troublesome son who had recklessly offended Ronan. Fortunately, his daughter had handled things appropriately and, through their subsequent contact, had more or less corrected some of Ronan's impression of them.
As for whether that impression had become better or worse, Yue Qi could not be sure. Still, Ronan's