As soon as Meng Xinian entered, his tall and majestic stature brought a sense of pressure to Chen Kaijin and Chiang Yuequn, and the aura of iron-blooded ruthlessness he carried was like a sharp sword or icy frost, causing their breaths to hitch. They found themselves momentarily unable to breathe properly, and their hearts skipped a beat.
Chiang Yuequn even shrank his neck, subconsciously wanting to reduce his presence.
But with just a few people in the living room, Meng Xinian's sharp gaze swept over them like a flash of sword light, giving them a feeling that there was nowhere to hide if they had done something wrong.
"Xinian, you've arrived."
Unlike the dismay of the other two, the hearts of Chiang Songhai and Ge Liutao felt a heavy weight returned to reality.
Instantly, their hearts were no longer flustered, no longer scared, and the cold sweat stopped.
It felt like they had a solid backing now.
