"No need for now, at least not yet, he probably doesn't recognize me," I said, touching my ugly face and whispering a warning.
Yun Hao's face was cold, and his lips pursed slightly as he sank into dark silence.
At the entrance, after checking a list, the security guard glanced at the badge in Su Xiaomin's hand.
The guard's attitude immediately turned solicitous, "Master Su, please come in, come in. You are one of the twelve councilors of the Mystic Sect from the Su Family, we are guilty of not recognizing your esteemed presence."
"Hold on, my sister hasn't arrived yet. The heir of the Su Family's Yin Yang Life and Death Embroidery came specifically to solve your problems, don't you have a cigarette to offer?"
Su Xiaomin puffed out his chest with a sense of superiority.
To curry favor with Su Xiaomin, one security guard offered a cigarette, while another helped light it.
They showered him with a barrage of flattery...
