After leaving the terrace, Bao Yancheng had been somewhat distracted.
The slender figure of the woman on the terrace had somehow become etched in his mind.
Had he seen her somewhere before?
Bao Yancheng swept a glance at Xiang Yiran beside him without a trace, noticing she had regained her composure.
But he hadn't missed the terror and ferocity in her eyes when she looked at that woman.
Bao Yancheng silently made a mental note of the Silver Star Racing Team.
With even the slightest clue, there was no one the Bao Family couldn't track down.
"President Bao, President Bao?"
Bao Yancheng snapped back to reality and saw the middle-aged man in front of him with a smiling face and replied politely, "I'm sorry, President Jin, I was distracted."
It was unbelievable to him that he could be distracted at such a social event.
President Jin passed him a glass of champagne and smoothly spoke to smooth things over.