Do You Have Any Ideas?

Savannah followed behind Andy and entered the inner residence. There were shining lights and beautiful clothes. The ball was taking place, full of people from the upper class. "Don't walk around. Although you can't see them, there are guards everywhere. If you walk around, I can't guarantee your safety." Andy turned back, lowered his head, and whispered to Savannah. Savannah pursed her lips and nodded solemnly. Still worried, Andy added, "No matter what you see, stay calm. Remember, this is the Presidential Palace, not a place where you can mess around. If you are shot dead on the spot as a member of Mafia, not only will you suffer, but I won't be able to absolve myself from the blame." "Okay, I know. When I see Callan, I'll just ask him a question." Savannah unconsciously clenched her fists. On such an occasion, it sounded very nervous. With a faint smile on his face, Andy glanced at Savannah and said, "When you're done, come back here... I'll ask Alex to take you out. Do you remember