Tang Xian attempted to mediate the situation, "Yinghuai, should we step outside for a moment? It's not right to argue in front of the Buddha."
Zhou Yinghuai's gaze was dull, and the next moment, he turned away and walked away.
Cold snow fell on his shoulders as he walked away. His solitary figure in the vast snowy landscape became increasingly bleak.
Tang Xian stood by Meng Yanxi, watching Zhou Yinghuai leave, and sighed, "Yanxi, we've grown up together since we were kids and share a bond. Can you tell me whether Jiang Tan's current disappearance has anything to do with you?"
"Tang Fourth, if it has anything to do with me, do you plan to help me or Yinghuai?" Meng Yanxi looked at Tang Xian, a gentle smile on his face. "Wouldn't that put you in a position even harder?"
Tang Xian, the fourth child in the Tang family ranks and thus the youngest, was naturally the most doted upon.
However, that nickname hadn't been used in a long time now.
