Only after their figures turned into tiny black dots did Jian Qing withdraw her gaze, lifting her glance towards Quan Jingwu.
"Xiaojing, don't you think he's a bit strange?"
The way he had just looked at her was as if he had known her for a very long time, yet she had never seen him before.
"Hmm." Quan Jingwu's lips curved into a cold, hard line.
"Boss, Madam!"
The voice of Yi Kai echoed, one hand holding an umbrella ran over, with another umbrella in his other hand.
After shaking off the coldness from his body, he handed the umbrella to Quan Jingwu.
"Yi Kai, haven't you heard that among the recent guests invited by the royal family of R Country, there's one with surname Shen?" Jian Qing asked.
"Surname Shen?" Yi Kai knitted his eyebrows, thought for a moment, and then his eyes lit up, "Yes, I remember now, there is a man called Shen Yan, and he seems to be wheelchair bound."
A trace of confusion flashed across Jian Qing's delicate visage, Shen Yan?
"Who is he?"