Seeing Xie Ci like this, Xie Yun's lips curled up even more, seemingly taking pleasure in it.
In fact, from Xie Ci's usual spirited and vibrant appearance, it was evident that as a father, Xie Yun was also quite handsome. Despite his age, his eyebrows were like swords slanting across his forehead, his eyes piercing, but unlike a finely aged wine with its rich depth, he seemed more like a body bristling with sharp thorns, more extreme and intense.
And to some extent, it was understandable.
The head of the Xie Family wasn't Xie Yun, but his father, Xie Changying, and the role was likely to be passed down to Xie Ci. The reason was simple: Xie Yun, despite being born into a Feng Shui Metaphysics Family, did not possess a smidgeon of such talent. Furthermore, he had married into the Tao Family for the benefit of the Xie Family. In such an environment, Xie Yun's bit of prejudice was not surprising.
