He gave a forlorn cry. He was about to protest when he saw Yun Tianyou tensing as he locked his gaze on to something in the distance.
He followed suit and was equally alarmed by what he saw.
There was a loud commotion at the center of the hall.
In the crowd, Mu Yazhe could be seen holding Little Yichen as he walked toward the seat of honor.
The man was straight-backed and lean. He had a handsome, chiseled face, a pair of penetrating eyes, which was currently scanning the hall, and a high nose bridge. These attributes, coupled with his aloofness and coldness, which would only disappear when he looked at his son, accentuated his nobility.
With soft hair, beautiful suit, and haughty look, Little Yichen was a small aristocrat in his father's arms.
The father and son were indeed cast in the same mold with their similar look and expression.
