The living room, the chairs, the man sitting with his back to everyone while smoking a cigar, and the curling smoke rising from it—seeing such a scene gave people an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as though they had seen it in some movie before.
So, putting on airs truly knew no borders. People everywhere had to show off now and then.
"Boss, they've arrived!" the butler said respectfully after giving a slight bow toward the chair.
"Mm!" The chair faced away from everyone, so they could not see the seated man's expression. They only saw one hand rise and wave. The butler bowed slightly again and withdrew.
After seeing all this, Chen Mo frowned slightly, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
It felt as though he already knew the answer and the process was roughly what he had expected, yet he was still watching everyone perform in front of him, working so hard at it. Some people really were born actors.
"Later, when I tell you to get down, immediately lie flat on the ground, close your eyes, cover your ears, and open your mouth as wide as possible. Don't look up. Find a corner if you can. If you can't, just stay down and don't move," Chen Mo quietly told Bai Xiaotian.
Bai Xiaotian nodded slightly to show he understood. Whatever Chen Mo told him to do, he would do it. After all, Big Boss was handling everything. He was just here to be soy sauce.
"Ha ha ha!" A burst of insincere laughter rang out, and the man smoking the cigar turned his chair around.
Sure enough, it was Kajin. An old man with a full head of white hair but hardly any wrinkles on his face. His eyes looked somewhat gloomy, yet the corners of his