Imposter?

The other figure was a young man, tall and quiet, with an aura that commanded attention even in his silence.

His long black hair flowed past his shoulders, contrasting sharply with his pale skin.

His eyes, a deep crimson, seemed to glow with an inner fire, yet his expression was distant, almost detached.

He ate methodically, his movements precise and controlled, as though lost in a world of his own.

It was Wang Xiao!

Despite the unusual scene, Wang Xueying, after a moment of hesitation, shook her head and hurried back upstairs, the rhythmic tapping of heels against the stairs echoing through the house.

Xinyue Zhilan's expression hardened. "Xueying, come back here!" she called out, but her voice fell on deaf ears.

"Sigh.." With a heavy sigh, she turned her gaze towards Wang Mei, still seated at the table. "...Mei, could you help your brother pack?"