Meanwhile, where Mu Chenyan, Shui Xian, and Cui Xukun had been seated, it was complete silence. A stifling, intimidating, filled with gunpowder kind of silence. Or maybe that was just Cui Xukun's illusion right now. Either way, he wasn't feeling very good and didn't think he was in a good situation.
Poor him was in a difficult situation and couldn't keep up his expressions in front of Mu Chenyan. How could he when Mu Chenyan just sat there like a queen with his legs crossed, her fingers tapping on the armrest while her eyes peered at him thoughtfully? He felt like his soul was being stripped off with that gaze.
In front of her, he sat like a student who was being disciplined by a teacher. He sat straight and tried to keep up his composure but it was getting tougher with each passing second. He didn't know why this silence was so prolonged.
On the other hand, Shui Xian had a smile as he looked at this silent confrontation.
