Chen Hang's heart clenched, and all kinds of ominous thoughts surged into his mind.
How could A Yu have gotten mixed up with the British authorities?
Could it be—could it be that A Yu had also come to England for a visit back then, gotten stranded here too, and then gotten himself into some kind of serious trouble?
Consumed by worry, Chen Hang couldn't spare a thought for anything else. He hurriedly admitted, "Yes, Chen Yu is my nephew! Gentlemen, has something happened to A Yu? Or has he gotten himself into trouble? Is there anything I can do for him? If someone needs to take responsibility, I..."
His first instinct was to assume that Chen Yu had run into trouble. He was even prepared to smooth things over for his nephew or bear the consequences himself.
After all, their parents had died young, and it was his elder brother who had raised them all. He had always treated Chen Yu even better than his own son.
But to his surprise, when the two British officials heard him confirm it, neither showed the slightest sign of reproach. Instead, they seemed to have just completed an important task and visibly relaxed, even breaking into rather warm smiles.
The leading official quickly waved his hands. His tone turned exceptionally polite. "Mr. Chen Hang, you've misunderstood! Nothing has happened to Mr. Chen Yu. Quite the opposite—he asked us to find you."
"Asked you... to find me?"
Chen Hang was completely stunned. His mind couldn't quite keep up.
A Yu had asked the British authorities to find him?
How was that possible?
How could A Yu have that kind of influence?
Seeing the bewilderment on Chen Hang's face, the official patiently explained, "Mr. Chen Yu is now the principal of the East Blade Source