With the way her cold eyes swept towards the Song family made them hesitate to answer and inside their hearts, an indescribable feeling bloomed forward.
Lin Xiaofei raised the teacup to her soft and red lips and tipped it slightly and drank the fragrant tea inside.
And when she put the cup on the table again with a slightly loud noise, everyone inside the hall flinched as if they were afraid of having her wrath focused on their direction.
As if they were some small soldiers in front of an enemy General that had his sword pointed at their necks, they sat rooted in their place.
Even Lin Xiaomeng who has never seen this side of his granddaughter felt the overwhelming bloodthirst coming right off from her like it was a perfume that she wore in her body. She didn't even conceal it nor let others not notice it.
