Two people, four eyes, all fixated on Gong Yeyan.
Today, he was wearing a silver-grey suit, the fabric of high quality shimmered faintly under the lights with a subtle, unexaggerated silvery glow, reminiscent of the distant, unattainable stars in the sky.
The cool color palette created a visual impact, exuding a cold, proud sense of distance.
As those pairs of eyes looked his way, meeting their surprised and astonished gazes, not a single ripple could be seen on the man's handsome face. But after all, they were his mother and younger brother, and when he spoke, the tone between his lips was imperceptibly softer, lowered by half a degree:
"A week ago, when Mother joined this show behind our backs, Father had instructed me to take good care of you."
Now, he was simply fulfilling the promise between men, made to his father Gong Xiuyao.
That was how Gong Yeyan explained it.
However, how much of it was actually a personal desire, that was unknown.