Hearing the noise, most people, unfamiliar with the visitor, craned their necks trying to see who was arriving, but Tang Yunxian outpaced everyone and reached the entrance first.
"Dad, how did you get here?" he asked, glancing deeply at the person next to him.
Tang Wan subconsciously shrunk her neck.
"Why are you looking at her? She didn't tell me about it!" The recording studio was rather small, and as he spoke, he had already walked into the area covered by the lights.
Leaning on a cane, his hair and beard white, dressed in slightly thick traditional attire, his long hospital stay had thinned him, making his facial features appear even more sharp and profound.
Although supported by people, he walked very slowly, slightly raising his eyes towards the Zhang Family not far away.
His muddied, dark eyes emitted a sharpness that made everyone there tremble.