The hotel lobby bustled with people coming and going.
This was foreign territory, and discretion was necessary. Gu Nuan had reason to believe that not a single passerby recognized the Xiao Family father and son.
Xiao Jianming was the wealthiest man in his home country, but abroad, foreigners might not recognize the wealthy magnates of other nations, much like how people knew only of their own country's richest and the world's richest.
Such a scene seemed to effectively conceal what could have been an embarrassingly awkward incident.
The crowd, oblivious, weaved between the old crocodile and the great white, like a waterfall that never ceased.
In the flickering gaps between people, it was hard to imagine what the father and son facing each other were truly seeing in one another.
