Feng Huaijin stood at the entrance of the traditional Chinese carved gate, letting the snowflakes falling outside land on his head and shoulders...
Feng Huaijin's face was ashen, his gaze sharp like a hawk's, staring directly at Su Li and Mo Si Huang.
That look was sinister and terrifying, a deep anger brewed in his eyes, quickly turning into raging flames.
Su Li trembled with fear, instinctively taking a few steps in the opposite direction of Mo Si Huang, putting several meters between them again.
It had nothing to do with her, after all... it was Mo Si Huang who came suddenly, not that she called him.
Feng Huaijin walked in from outside, his gaze landed on Su Li and Mo Si Huang, his tone neutral, giving nothing away: "What did Mother mean by that just now?"
She and Mo Si Huang were in the most intimate relationship?
Then... what did that make him?
Madam Feng chuckled lightly, "But if Mr. Mo isn't willing, then so be it."
