Looking at each other, everyone exchanged glances. They all felt something should be said at this critical juncture, yet kept silent due to their individual thoughts.
Zhao Yunhai continued to pack his things, nearly finished. Seeing this, Tang Xiaoquan quickly put his hand on Zhao Yunhai's shoulder, pretending to be upset: "Uncle Zhao, look at you. Didn't we just agree? We're family, no need for formalities. Why are you distancing yourself from us again?"
With a slight frown, Tang Xiaoquan's expression was genuine, making it difficult for anyone to detect any abnormalities. However, his eyes occasionally darting towards the keys inserted below the steering wheel revealed his true thoughts.
Yes, Tang Xiaoquan's emotional words were not sincere; he was merely trying to be courteous in order to persuade Zhao Yunhai to leave the car keys behind.
