Compared to the others in the car who were flustered, Yan Xiaye was the calmest one.
While the car blocking the road hadn't moved yet, she took the opportunity to observe Li Beicheng's expression and noticed that the man was intently watching the movement of that vehicle, clearly aware that the identity of the newcomer was extraordinary.
It might have been a clue, but Yan Xiaye couldn't be sure whether Li Beicheng was aware of a Master Qin in Jianghai when he was twenty, and after observing for a moment without finding evidence, she reluctantly shifted her gaze outside the car.
The stark, cold light illuminated the parking lot vaguely, and that BMW car blocking them turned off its headlights. The passenger door opened, and a middle-aged man about forty, dressed in traditional attire and with a rugged face, appeared before everyone.