Leng Aotian seemed unassuming, but his sharp arrogance was on full display. It was an arrogance and dominance that came from his very bones. He picked up his teacup again and took a gentle sip, his demeanor calm, composed, and brimming with confidence.
Beside him, Leng Lingyun frowned. The moment Sun Yuli finished speaking, his mind immediately flashed to Chen Yang. The brief encounter at Zang Xiang Pavilion had left an indelible impression on him.
Could it be him? The mere thought sent an involuntary shudder through his body. Though they claimed to be just 'martial friends,' feelings were another matter entirely…
Leng Lingyun couldn't help but suck in a sharp breath.
Stepping forward, he whispered to Leng Aotian, "Grandfather, Yu, she…"
"Shut up! You have no say here!" Leng Aotian interrupted him bluntly, his tone indifferent. "You don't need to say anything. Although this is about getting you a wife, it concerns the honor of our Leng Family."
"But…"
