A glance over.
Despite appearing plain and unremarkable, without any highlights to speak of, sitting there combined with his demeanor and actions, he exudes an aura as imposing as clouds, unmatched and unrivaled.
Li Qingyun, who had been standing by Zhou Quan's side all along, remained motionless, as if he were asleep, standing there without moving an inch.
It seems that, at this moment, Chen Yang completely fails to catch his attention?
As a result, the scene instantly fell into a peculiar atmosphere.
Bang.
Chen Yang put down the teacup, picked up the teapot again, refilled his cup, with a slight smile lingering at the corners of his mouth, revealing no emotional fluctuations within.
The middle-aged man bowed his head, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
Then, Chen Yang retracted his gaze, tapped his index finger on the table, and said calmly, "Tomorrow, I plan to visit your father."
Zhou Quan: "..."
"Ha!"
