"You're so kind, Young Master Lin Feng," Ye Jian replied with a warm smile as she gracefully took her seat.
"If you treat me like this every time, I might never leave."
Ye Jian continued to treat Lin Feng with sincerity and straightforward honesty, never hiding behind false politeness or excessive caution.
Even though there was always the unsettling possibility that Lin Feng was an ancient old monster who had lived for millions of years and merely wore the appearance of a young man, today's interactions had shifted her judgment.
From the way he spoke, the way he listened, and even the way he prepared tea, Ye Jian could tell that Lin Feng was not prone to anger.
On the contrary, he was calm, patient, and unexpectedly considerate toward the people around him.
There was no trace of arrogance, no oppressive aura, and no need to assert dominance through fear.
Instead, he carried himself with quiet confidence, as though he had nothing left to prove to anyone.
