Zhuo Xiangqiao, standing outside, seemed to sense the waves of malice emanating from the car and involuntarily shivered.
The security guards who were originally stationed at the door, upon seeing the Zhuo brothers standing there, very perceptively hid themselves inside the building. After all, who in City A didn't know about the well-known rift between the Zhuo siblings?
They watched the movements outside from the windows, and although they couldn't hear the conversation between the two men clearly, they could still make out Zhuo Xiangqiao's insincere, smirking expression through the glass.
The guards inside the security room were now hoping the two would leave quickly; they really couldn't take it anymore. Even at such a distance, they could feel the piercing cold of winter from time to time.
