The study was a picture of tranquility, with three people sitting opposite each other around the tea table. The air was filled with the invigorating scent of tea, but at this moment, no one was in the mood to taste the pot of Premium Cloud Mist Tea that was gradually cooling.
Mo Yan looked anxiously at her father, unconsciously twisting her fingers. Even though she had been confident she could persuade her father to agree to the marriage proposal, now that her words had been spoken and no affirmative response had come for so long, this kind of waiting was most agonizing, like a suspect in a court waiting for the final judgment.
Xiao Ruiyuan's face was inscrutable, but his tightly clenched hands inside his sleeves and his increasingly heavy breathing betrayed a tumultuous heart beneath the calm exterior.
