Is Xiao Yu okay?
He seemed fine as he glanced at Feng Xu and asked, "Looking for me?"
But he wasn't really okay, the tie he had just pulled off was now clenched in his hand.
It wasn't simply held, but twisted into a fist.
Feng Xu was utterly confused.
He hadn't been looking for Professor Xiao, who wasn't someone people could just approach casually.
"I brought him here," Sheng Shushu took over the conversation.
She saw the tie twisted in Xiao Yu's fist, a lot like the prelude to a fight.
Without a change in expression, Sheng Shushu stepped closer to Feng Xu, shielding him.
"You go ahead to the dining room for dinner," she said to Feng Xu.
Feng Xu could sense the tension in the air, but he didn't think it was something he could resolve. Sheng Shushu didn't want him to cause trouble, so he would listen to her.
Sheng Xia and another stood at the doorway.
Sheng Shushu was serene and unruffled.
