"So we don't have to do anything! We just wait and watch the show! That invitation will be ours in the end!"
As Gao Yuanyuan listened to her father's analysis, the fear on her face gradually faded, replaced by a trace of spiteful satisfaction.
"That's right, Dad! You're right! He's dead! He dared to treat Mr. Park like that. Mr. Park will never let him off!"
Meanwhile.
Su Guohua's Maybach drove smoothly through the quiet night.
Inside the car, the atmosphere was stifling.
No one spoke.
Su Guohua gripped the steering wheel, his face dark as a storm. Every so often, he glanced in the rearview mirror at the young man resting with his eyes closed, his expression deeply conflicted.
Su Wanning sat in the passenger seat with her arms crossed, watching the night scenery rush past her window. Yet she couldn't stop her gaze from drifting toward the back seat.
Jiang Lan sat beside Yue Xiaofei. Several times, she opened her mouth to speak, but each time she saw her husband's and daughter's grim faces, she swallowed her words.
At last, Jiang Lan broke the suffocating silence.
"Xiaofei... tell your godmother the truth. Where did you learn to fight like that? How did you get so good?"
Whenever she remembered the sight of Yue Xiaofei punching that two-hundred-pound brute so hard he stuck to the wall, her heart raced.
Yue Xiaofei slowly opened his eyes. The worry and concern in Jiang Lan's gaze sent warmth through him.
He smiled and made up an excuse. "Godmother, didn't I tell you? I used to haul bricks and cement at construction sites to pay my tuition. That's how I got strong."
He didn't believe his own explanation.
But Jiang Lan did. She looked at Yue Xiaofei, her eyes full of heartache.