He Qimo also retracted his profound gaze following Gu Zixuan's departing figure, a deeper contemplation collected briefly, then calmness restored.
Feng Chengjin glanced at him, keeping silent.
Ultimately, lingering in the middle.
In terms of animosity, none compared to the intense enmity between He Qimo and Feng Chengjin.
Their intimacy with Gu Zixuan was unparalleled.
Reluctant to speak up, but observing the other two coldly distant, only comparing the situation, Yu Yuanshen, with a frown, felt compelled to break the silence.
"Everyone staying silent without a word?"
He Qimo let out a mocking cold laugh, choosing not to answer, instead reaching for a cigarette box, lighting one, and reclining against the bed.
Feng Chengjin raised his deep-set eyes and looked a few times, eventually responding, "No, not really, if there's something to discuss, let's discuss it."
