A silver-haired man appeared in front of everyone.

He had a high-end, custom-made suit on. His expression was cold, and he looked like a beautiful sculpture.

He was an absolutely beautiful specimen of a man!

Shawn pursed his lips as he looked at Joshua in the middle of the interview area.

Their eyes met.

"We meet again, brat," he said.

Joshua looked at him and blinked, rubbing his eyes.

Why was that old man here?!

The journalists seemed to have found some important clue, and all of them ran toward Shawn.

"Who are you to Joshua?"

"Did you play any part in him winning the tournament?"

"Why did you only appear now? What relationship do you have with Joshua?"

Suddenly, there were a lot of people in front of Shawn.

The guards hurriedly ran over to maintain order. "Stand back, stand back. Don't crowd."

Shawn walked past the crowd and headed right for Joshua.

Joshua said, "Why are you here?"

"I came to find you."

"Me?" Joshua pointed at himself. "Did you see me on the TV?"