Inside Wenyuan Pavilion.
The three took their seats, and a servant quickly brought tea.
"What brings you here today, Hui?" Wen Tailai asked, taking the lead as the host.
"Wen, I heard you're hosting some sort of grand event. What do you think of my nephew here?"
Hui Hengwu laughed heartily and gestured toward Fang Yue, who was sitting ramrod straight and perfectly still, introducing him to Wen Tailai.
Wen Tailai didn't respond right away. Instead, he looked Fang Yue up and down, his gaze flickering uncertainly.
On the surface, Fang Yue appeared average, even a little plain. He was the type of person who would disappear the moment he blended into a crowd.
However, while Wen Tailai might have looked rough and rugged, he was a meticulous man. He knew Hui Hengwu wasn't one for jokes; if he brought this matter up, he wasn't just shooting in the dark.
This meant the young man before him had to be remarkable in some way.
And sure enough, he soon discovered what it was.
