Zhao Qingchen was dressed in a dark green brocade robe, exuding a noble aura laced with arrogance. He entered the private room with several followers whose presence was as deep and immeasurable as an abyss, casting a glance at Yuan Feng before heading straight inside.
His eyes, sharp as lightning, quickly swept across the scene in the room. Upon spotting Chu Zheng and Xue Qing standing to the side, the tense expression on his face suddenly relaxed, a hint of relief even flashed deep within his eyes.
Finally found them.
"Mr. Zhao, may I ask what brings you here?"
To the side, Yuan Feng spoke up bravely, a somewhat forced smile on his face, his heart sinking slightly.
The eldest son of the Zhao Clan, his status far above Yuan Feng's. Today's event might not end well.
"None of your concern."
Zhao Qingchen ignored Yuan Feng standing aside, his gaze intense, his face showing a seemingly gentle yet condescending smile, striding forward with large steps.
