"Mr. Lennon?"

The crowd immediately froze. 'Mr. Lennon?'

The middle-aged man looked magnificent in an expensive suit.

The Vacheron Constantin watch on his wrist sparkled. He looked like a successful man.

Mr. Lennon must be unusual for such a classy and successful man to be so polite to him.

The crowd turned their eyes to Quill.

Quill was undoubtedly the one with the highest status here.

However, Quill was not a Lennon either!

Therefore, who was Mr. Lennon the middle-aged man spoke of?

"Are you looking for me?"

Just then, Sean, who was in a wheelchair, asked lightly.

"Hahaha! Sean, are you kidding me?"

Quill chuckled, his face full of disdain.

"Sean, keep your mouth shut."

Willow frowned slightly. Though Sean had the last name Lennon, there were many people with the last name Lennon.

"What? The vegetable? This is killing me.

"Do you know who he is? How dare you relate yourself to him?

"You're really a vegetable. Haha!"

Quill clutched his stomach, his face full of scorn