Tian Renfeng's words were simple enough, delivered in the same even tone he had maintained all evening, but somehow, they made the atmosphere shift somewhat.
Wen Li followed almost immediately, giving a small, calm shake of his head, as though Tian Renfeng had merely confirmed something obvious.
"Me neither."
For a brief moment, Feng Zhou simply stared at the both of them, visibly dumbfounded.
Then he clicked his tongue.
"Of course you wouldn't."
His tone carried more resignation than surprise, like a man who had already expected disappointment but still chose to test his luck anyway.
"What was I even expecting…" he muttered under his breath.
His gaze shifted slightly, landing on the woman standing just behind him, only to realize that Ms Zhao was no longer paying attention to the conversation at all.
Her focus had locked entirely onto the glass in his hand.
Like it had personally offended her bloodline.
Slowly, she lifted her hand and pointed at him.
