After Zhou Xue left, Lin Bingxuan hastily placed her hand over Xiao Tian's hand, worried that Xiao Tian might feel upset because of it.
She had grown up with Zhou Xue, and their sisterly bond was strong. Lin Bingxuan wasn't the type to ruin friendships over a man, although she was slightly displeased with Zhou Xue earlier.
Xiao Tian merely shook his head with a faint smile,
"Don't worry, you're underestimating your husband here."
In truth, he didn't concern himself with Zhou Xue's actions. Instead, his mind was occupied with thoughts about Raindrop. Ever since the last battle in Somalia, news about Raindrop had become scarce, and this mysterious organization seemed to have ceased its activities recently.
This eerie quietness made Xiao Tian somewhat cautious. Hopefully, it's not the calm before the storm.
"Ladies and gentlemen——————"
At that moment, lights illuminated the stage at the front of the hall, and an aged voice filled the entire space. Its tone was calm yet resonant.
