Several younger members of the Yang Family followed behind, chatting and laughing casually.
"Grandpa, who exactly is Wanqing's master? Isn't he just a doctor? Did we really have to come all this way during the New Year?"
Yang Weiguo's eldest grandson, Yang Hanwen, muttered under his breath, sounding rather dismissive.
"Shut up and behave yourself inside." Yang Weiguo didn't turn around. His voice was low but stern.
Yang Hanwen curled his lip, unconvinced.
Then he walked into the living room.
The smile froze on his face.
The people seated on the sofa—
Qin Wanshan, the patriarch of the Qin Family in the ancient martial arts world, an old monster in the return to the true realm.
Ying Sihai, the current head of the Ying Family and one of the wealthiest men in Capital City.
Representatives from the Ye Family and the Wu Family.
There was also a middle-aged man in a dark overcoat. His presence was composed and restrained, yet he exuded authority simply by sitting there. Yang Hanwen didn't recognize him, but his instincts told him this man's status was anything but ordinary.
And all these people were sitting across from a young man who looked barely over twenty, their manner respectful.
Cold sweat suddenly broke out across Yang Hanwen's back.
What had I just said? "Isn't he just a doctor?"
Yang Weiguo stepped forward and bowed deeply to Chen Hao. "Mr. Chen, I haven't had a chance to thank you in person for saving my life last time. I've come today to offer my New Year's greetings. I hope you won't mind."
Chen Hao rose and reached out to gesture for him to straighten. "You're too kind, Mr. Yang. Please, sit."
The younger members of the Yang Family filed in, all impeccably behaved, barely daring to breathe.
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