Zhang Fengxi raised his head and gave Xie Jianyu an expressionless stare.
Worried? His mother?
That was not the last impression he had of his mother when she sent them off.
When he and Commandant Jiang left for the Heaven and Hell Peak, his mother told him in front of the entire palace inhabitants that Zhang Fengxi should not return before he was qualified to sit on the Dragon Throne.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Xie Jianyu asked with confusion.
Zhang Fengxi cleared his throat. He must not be a white-eyed wolf*, he told himself.
"It's nothing. I was negligent. I will send my mother a letter later."
Zhang Fengxi deftly applied a layer of sauce on top of each skewer with a brush. Once the glazed skewers were put on the makeshift grill, a heavenly smell wafted toward Xie Jianyu. Eyes locked to the slowly cooking skewers, the omega swallowed his saliva in anticipation.
