As the crowd dispersed, Mo Chengfeng felt as if he had shed the weight of a mountain, taking a deep breath of relief, while his entire body was drenched in sweat.
All along, Mo Chengfeng was not a ruthless or cold-hearted person; he was always polite to others. Even though he was prepared today, he was still somewhat nervous and even frightened when facing elders and peers in the family.
He was only in his early twenties and had to face a family with centuries of heritage, dealing with many elders older than him, to act as a solemn, charismatic young master who could awe everyone. It was such a difficult task.
Being able to achieve this was already quite remarkable.
Liu Zixuan lit two cigarettes and handed one to Mo Chengfeng, saying, "Doesn't have to be this exhausting, does it?"
