Lorenzo wasn't late... at least that's what he thought.
Pushing open the door, he saw figures already seated around the round table, everyone uniformly looking at him, their gazes varied, making him uncomfortable, as if Lorenzo were some odd exhibit being pushed out from behind the scenes, awaiting everyone's bid.
The atmosphere was somewhat awkward, no one spoke, yet under such scrutiny, Lorenzo's expression remained unchanged, and he glared back forcefully.
Someone behind him gave him a push, making Lorenzo fully step into the meeting hall.
Unlike Lorenzo, Selyu was somewhat embarrassed. She had underestimated the influence of the Jiuxia envoys, causing congestion around the central train station. Although not late, as the last to arrive, she still felt a bit embarrassed.
"Jiuxia people? Oh oh oh, hello, hello."
Lorenzo followed with quick steps, his mind erratically mumbling, as he waved his hand greeting these foreigners.
