Murong Lengyue supported an elder, an elder with some years behind him. This person was none other than the elder of the Murong Clan, and also Murong Lengyue's grandfather, Murong Xiyun.
The atmosphere fell into an awkward situation. Although it wasn't as if Xiao Lin was seen being beaten firsthand, the inability to retract the stance in time put those entering the room in a dilemma. Luckily, Xiao Zhenfeng didn't say much nonsense or engage in any verbal conflict, leaving the awkwardness to one person while he himself left the chair and reached out his hand to Murong Kun.
"Long time no see!"
Murong Kun politely shook Xiao Zhenfeng's hand, his eyes already glancing at Xiao Lin, who was still sitting. Compared to Xiao Zhenfeng, this young man exuded much more wildness, no wonder his conceited daughter had to go through so much trouble.
"We're late!"
