Li Qiao skirted around the vestibule and stood at the entrance of the living room, immediately sensing an atmosphere of seriousness unlike ever before.
At this moment, the living room was exceptionally quiet.
Mr. and Mrs. Li sat on the double sofa to the side, their expressions solemn and their postures clearly restrained.
In the principal seat above, sat an elder about fifty years old, the ruler of the Parma Shang clan, Shang Yu's father Shang Zonghai.
Dressed in a gray Tang suit, he sat upright without a word or a smile, his temples graying, his facial features bearing a fifty percent resemblance to Shang Yu.
He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, had fine frown lines between his brows, and was twirling a string of black Buddha beads in his hand. He appeared detached, yet his presence exuded the unique authority and stability of someone of high status.
