Within minutes, a small crowd had formed.
People leaned in closer, trying to get a better look, excitement and curiosity lighting their eyes.
Inside, the Iron Rat Gang's argument continued to escalate.
"Are we really going to stand here arguing while he eats?!" someone hissed.
"Then what do you want us to do?! Touch him and lose our hair?!"
"I'm not risking my cultivation!"
"I'm not risking my life!"
"I'm not risking my future!"
"I'm definitely not risking my balls!"
Their voices rose and fell in chaotic waves, but no one took a single step toward Lin Feng.
At the center of the storm, Lin Feng finally set his cup down.
The faint smile on his lips deepened.
He had finished his tea.
Lin Feng slowly raised his head, his eyes immediately locking onto Ling Lan, who had frozen near the kitchen entrance.
Her hands were trembling slightly, her fingers still raw and reddened from the minor burn she had suffered while cooking.
Without a word, Lin Feng stood up.
