At this moment, the entire bookroom was shrouded in an oppressive atmosphere. Tang Fengxing sat in the chair, his eye sockets slightly sunken with a frightening redness. The cold aura emanating from him filled the entire bookroom, engulfing it in a strong aura of killing intent, a suffocating atmosphere permeating the room.
Feeling the murderous intent emanating from Tang Fengxing, Tang Fengyun shuddered as he pushed open the door and walked into the study from outside, feeling as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, chilled to the bone.
The entire study was very quiet, even though Tang Fengyun had pushed the door open and walked in from outside, he did not dare to breathe loudly. He only dared to cautiously step into the study and stand there respectfully, without the courage to sit down. It wasn't due to anything else, but because Tang Fengxing at this moment was truly terrifying, even just sitting there gave off a chilling feeling, as if he were a Starving Ghost.
