Regardless of what was happening below, Wen Xinya's glassy eyes remained bright, briefly twinkling as she blinked, her lips formed a playful smile, her glance filled with icy glitter like that of shattered ice. She stood high above the masses like she had been born this elegant, reducing the people below to extreme insignificance.
Seeing her confident, unyielding and determined spirit, Old Mr. Wen sighed faintly. His judgment was wrong—this child mostly had the temperament of the Mo Family, awe-inspiring just by standing still.
"Shut up!" He thundered callously and viciously, suddenly shifting his penetrating glare towards Li Yun and Zhang Guang.
Li Yun and Zhang Guang were mere commoners, and could not take Old Mr. Wen's predatory aura—instantly, their profanities got stuck in their throats, unable to emerge, as they stared at Old Mr. Wen with their mouths wide open.
