Wen Li stood silently, his gaze darting between the three figures seated around the table. The private dining room's heavy atmosphere made it hard to breathe. His eyes lingered on Feng Zhou, whose lips were pressed into a thin, unforgiving line as he stared at Feng Tian and the man sitting beside her. Wen Li sighed inwardly, trying to steady himself.
The classical music playing faintly in the background did little to alleviate the tension, its elegance almost mocking the scene.
Earlier, they'd been en route to the mansion after the traffic cleared when Feng Zhou abruptly ordered the car to stop. Through the window, he'd spotted Feng Tian in an unfamiliar car with the man now seated beside her. Without a word, Feng Zhou had stepped out, threading his way through the chaos of the traffic queue like a man on a mission. At that moment, Wen Li could have sworn it was like watching a scorned husband catching his wife in the act.
