Bei Fengjin remains as extraordinary and elegant as ever, ethereal and out of the ordinary.
No matter where this figure appears, it always captures the heart.
Bei Qingyue simply doesn't understand why he would be sitting here chatting and laughing with Baili Xia?
Casting a glance at Nangong Qingqing, Bei Qingyue directly bypassed her and walked toward the hall.
Actually, from the moment they appeared in the front yard, the three inside had already noticed.
However, they did not pay much attention and continued talking casually.
"Feng Jin." Entering the hall, seeing Bei Fengjin sitting there calmly, Bei Qingyue gently called out.
But Bei Fengjin did not even give her a proper look, only glanced briefly at the people following her inside, the flash of displeasure in his eyes quickly vanishing.
His words were indescribably indifferent: "It's so late, and you bring so many people here, what exactly happened?"
