Xiang Qingyun was visibly displeased. He spun around, ready to lash out at the person who had shouted "wait," only to see someone darting in from outside. His face turned ashen in an instant.
It was his son, rushing toward him on tiny legs and shouting, "Daddy, Daddy..."
The child's tender voice was full of innocence. The little boy clung to Xiang Qingyun's leg tightly, gazing up at him with pure, wide eyes, utterly adorable.
Yet, the two words "Daddy" landed like a bomb in the ceremonial hall. After an ear-splitting roar, an oppressive silence followed.
The entire venue fell into dead silence!
But Xiang Qingyun could clearly sense the tension sinking into the atmosphere around him.
