At this moment, despite his efforts to suppress the flutter in his heart, when Yu Dingxing spoke, his voice trembled uncontrollably: "My daughter has not yet been promised in marriage."
"...Oh."
Yu Wenquan nodded in satisfaction.
Instantly, the atmosphere inside Chengqing Hall became tense.
Although nothing deadly was said, and the topic wasn't life or death, everyone seemed to hold their breath, their gaze focused intently on Yu Wenquan, waiting to see what he would say next.
But at that moment, Yu Wenquan paused.
He suddenly looked up towards the entrance of the main hall. The others were puzzled and followed his gaze, only to realize there was a hurried sound of footsteps stopping at the hall's entrance.
Yu Wenquan asked, "Who is it?"
Seeing this situation, Yu Mingyue's brows furrowed immediately, and Yu Dingxing, usually calm, showed a slight change in expression, but said nothing, simply looking towards the door along with the others.
