An Kefang was examining the table, while Xiao Ming was observing the people.
There were four by the windows, draped with thick curtains; another four sat by the gambling table; and three more were at the bar, inside and outside.
Plus An Xianhe on the sofa, as well as the two behind him, there were a total of fourteen people in the room.
Thirteen of them were bodyguards and thugs.
Was this a negotiation to find a win-win solution?
Glancing at An Kefang, who was lost in her emotions, Xiao Ming shook his head.
An Xianhe's affection for his granddaughter was only superficial!
Turning his gaze towards the staircase, where two more had appeared, he spoke with a smile. "Mr. An, if I wanted to leave now, wouldn't it be quite impossible?"
An Xianhe took a sip of tea, "When a valued guest visits, as a host, how could I let you leave without a proper welcome?"
An Kefang came to her senses and realized that something was amiss. She couldn't help but tightly grasp Xiao Ming's hand.