Hiroki Sawada doesn't count; he's already beyond the realm of humanity.
The three of them seemed very excited.
Thinking is not as good as doing, and the three of them put this into practice very well, heading straight for the outer hall.
The kids didn't care about the release of the game console; they were already eligible anyway, so they might as well play it in the lobby.
On their way there, the three of them were still discussing what to say and how to increase the chances of the other party exchanging with them.
The exhibition didn't last long and ended quickly.
Inside the hall, the media surrounded Yusaku Kudo, asking him all sorts of questions, whether they were relevant or not; they just asked and that was it.
Conan and Kouyu squeezed through the gaps in the crowd and arrived at the front.
Yusaku Kudo had just finished his media interviews and noticed Conan. He was about to go over and say hello when a large group of young girls surrounded him.
The girls' goal was simple: to get autographs.
They knew perfectly well that Yusaku Kudo was married, and it was impossible for him to pursue a relationship with her.
If they could, they actually wouldn't mind.
During a break in signing autographs, Yusaku turned to look at Conan, and Conan looked back at Yusaku.
Their eyes met, and everything was understood without a word.
Guangyou chuckled to himself, no wonder they said in his previous life that these two had known each other for a long time.
To be honest, Guangyou still envies the father-son relationship between the two.
They were both happy to see each other, but neither of them showed it on their faces.
After staring at each other for a while, Conan turned and left.
Yusaku then turned his head slightly to look at Kouyu next to Conan and smiled slightly.
Kōyū nodded, smiled in return, and then turned to follow Conan.
At this moment, Guangyou seemed to understand something as well.
Sometimes, no words are needed; a single glance is enough to understand what the other person means.
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