She too sensed that something about the atmosphere was amiss. This won't do.
"Then pardon the intrusion."
Upon hearing this, Wen Zhixing's mind raced, and he boldly stepped forward. It seemed that avoiding this was impossible, so, under the circumstances, the best strategy was to advance in order to retreat. Let's see what kind of trickery Murong Fenghua and these two are up to.
"Mr. Wen, come, come."
Today, Murong Fenghua was exceptionally hospitable, swiftly moving to stand by Wen Zhixing's side. Her slender white hands even took the initiative to reach out and grasp Wen Zhixing's wrist. She acted the part of a warm host to a tee. The full-bodied Yang Qi from Wen Zhixing's body gave her an inexplicable sense of security. Very good. This was the feeling she was looking for.
