Only Du Changle in the corner, when he glimpsed at Feng Mu, had a flash of cold light in his narrow eyes.
He didn't look any further, immediately turned his face away, and continued talking with the official beside him, the Maitreya Buddha-like gentle smile on his face unchanged.
Feng Mu did not step into the living room but stopped at the entrance of the corridor before the living room doors.
Hou Wendong gestured for Feng Mu to wait a moment in the corridor while he quickly walked toward the innermost room.
Feng Mu obediently stopped, standing respectfully in the shadows at the corridor's entrance, like a loyal dog awaiting its master's summon, with two equally silent subordinates like statues behind him.
Feng Mu's attention didn't linger much on the living room, even though with a brief glance, he had imprinted the face of every official in the hall clearly in his mind.
