The reception room was filled with the fragrance of tea.
Huo Yunjiao sat in the main seat, leaning back in his chair with his legs crossed, his posture casual yet effortlessly dignified.
He possessed an elegant demeanor, like the gentle temperament released by the bright moon in the sky, his handsome features were so exquisite they seemed unearthly, his presence exuded a detached calmness and serenity.
In his clearly defined, pale hands, he held a cup of tea from the table and took a sip to his light-colored, thin lips.
His tea-drinking movement was slow and deliberate, exuding elegance throughout.
Huo Qiang stood behind him, his gaze resolute, a hint of fierceness lurking in his eyes.
Looking at Nicholas sitting opposite, the latter stared at the tea on the table in front of him, his expression bitter.
Huo Yunjiao put down his teacup and glanced indifferently at Nicholas, who sat opposite him with blond hair and blue eyes, young and handsome.