Icebox

Xu Feng straightened his neck from the greeting, casting his gaze from side to side, once again taking in the appearances of the assembled Xuan family elders. 

 

The room was dominated by the stern presence of Lady Xuan, who sat with an air of haughty authority, her gaze sharp and unwavering. By her side, Old Lady Xuan sat regally, a living testament to the family's legacy, her eyes sharp with wisdom.

 

On the other side of the room, Xuan Muyang leaned back in his chair, wearing an almost carefree expression, but his eyes held a flicker of mischief and disrespect as they occasionally roved over Xu Feng's body. And next to him, Xuan Muchen exuded an air of aristocratic aloofness, a facade of indifference that thinly veiled his keen intelligence.

 

The air conditioning couldn't be ignored.