To confirm his concerns, the door opened, and a young man, who seemed to be just over twenty years old, slowly entered.
The young man's expression was calm, as if he were taking a stroll in the park rather than meeting the most powerful people in the Canqiao Kingdom.
Behind him, a man followed, dressed in silver clothing.
This man walked respectfully and occasionally looked at the young man with extreme admiration.
"Yan Fang greets all the uncles."
As soon as the young man reached the front of the six seats, he gave a slight bow.
"Haha, Nephew Yan, no need to be so polite!" Han Suhang immediately laughed and gestured for him to rise.
"Thank you, Uncle Han!" Yan Fang replied calmly.
Then, his gaze turned to Mu Bianyan, and he smiled slightly.
Noticing Yan Fang's gaze upon him, Mu Bianyan's eyebrows couldn't help but furrow, and a thought arose in his heart.
'Could he know that I was responsible for his father's death?'