Instead, she was watching the excitement like a complete outsider.
But Chaoyang was ultimately delighted with Feng Moxi.
She was living up to his expectations as the little sister he'd taken under his wing; her attitude toward him hadn't changed in the slightest because of his status.
Chaoyang snickered to himself. As he looked at Feng Moxi, he found her endearingly clueless—the more he looked, the cuter she seemed.
If Feng Moxi knew what Chaoyang was thinking right then, she would have probably given him a huge eye-roll.
Chaoyang pointed at the cold-looking, middle-aged man and said secretively,
"Goes without saying, this ridiculously cold-looking guy must be Ouyang Qingcheng, the third son of the Ouyang Family's main branch who just recently returned.
His life is the stuff of legends, apparently.
He was a force to be reckoned with in his youth. His skills were extraordinary—I doubt even I could beat him!"
It was rare for Chaoyang's assessment to be so objective.
