Shen Mingfeng's gaze was fixed on Su Junhao and Jian Yanyan, completely ignoring the priest's question, his entire demeanor turning ice-cold.
There was a fierce aura about him, his gaze was dark and coldly staring at them.
Jian Yanyan seemed to feel his gaze, and when she turned her head, her eyes met his.
Suddenly, she felt as though she was staring at a snake.
The Shen Mingfeng of today had none of the refined elegance he once possessed; his whole being was suffused with a dark aura that made one shiver.
Startled, Jian Yanyan shrank back, while Su Junhao stood half-turned beside her. Her retreat was like retreating into Su Junhao's arms.
Shen Mingfeng's gaze grew even colder, his hands clenched tightly into fists, emitting a crackling sound.
Jiang Meilin saw that he had not answered the priest for a long time, so she turned around and saw Jian Yanyan.
Today, Jian Yanyan was so beautiful, so radiant, like a pearl wiped clean of dust.
