Mr. Ding looked at the man with a jesting face, "Aqian, why are you late again!"
"I was busy with work, couldn't help it."
The man replied indifferently, his tone purely official, as he placed a box on the table, "It took me a while to find, barely satisfactory."
Mr. Ding opened the box, puzzled, and his eyebrows quivered. He quickly closed the box, evidently pleased with the gift and laughed heartily, "You are thoughtful, today is truly a delightful day, hahaha, let's have some tea, have some tea..."
At that moment, Lai Bao was hiding behind Ding Chen Tai, his face pale as death.
It was him, the murderer from before.
Who exactly was he, how could he appear at Mr. Ding's party, and even know Mr. Ding, seeming like an influential figure.
After some pleasantries, Lai Bao saw the man walking towards Mu Yizheng, stopping by his right hand and coldly called out, "Dad."