After saying goodbye to Song Wan, Lin Shuguang was heading back alone when a black sedan sped over and came to a steady stop beside him.
A burly man in black with a brutish face stepped out. "Our boss would like to see you."
"Your boss?"
"Song Wan is our young lady."
The burly man's words brought Lin Shuguang to a realization.
Hadn't they only just parted? Why had someone come looking for him already? His gaze flickered, but he still nodded. "Take me to him."
"Please."
Lin Shuguang got into the car, his gaze calm.
Ten minutes later.
He was brought to Longhu Park. From a distance, he saw a row of hulking men stationed along the covered bridge, while a figure stood in the Heart-of-the-Lake Pavilion.
It was Song Wan's father, Song Xingyuan.
He stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance, surrounded by a vast expanse of misty water, the rolling sound of water unceasing.
"Uncle Song."
Lin Shuguang walked into the Heart-of-the-Lake Pavilion and greeted him, neither servile nor overbearing.
Not a trace of a gentle smile remained on Song Xingyuan's face. His expression was utterly indifferent, fully revealing the imposing authority of someone long accustomed to a position of power.
Without turning around, he raised a hand and waved with his back to Lin Shuguang. The black-clad bodyguards behind him immediately withdrew with disciplined solemnity, all taking up positions outside the pavilion in strict order.
They were more than a cut above those gangs of thugs and hired muscle.
"Standing here, what can you see?"
Song Xingyuan spoke indifferently.
Lin Shuguang swept his gaze across the boundless lake. Rather than answer, he said with an unchanged expression, "If you have something to say, just say it."
Song Xingyuan turned and calmly studied