The temperature in the vast restaurant had dropped to freezing point.
Zhan Lingtao silently watched his dad's brooding face, which loomed like dark clouds overhead, and suddenly felt that Ou Xiaolan could be ranked among the top three heroes internationally, because it seemed she was the only woman brave enough to stroke the tiger's whiskers.
Everyone silently watched Zhan Moxiao, the unknown plot development making Li Dan's legs tremble uncontrollably. He felt an urge to go berserk and shave off all his hair—just a few strands left, better to shave it off for peace, so as not to cause more trouble in the future!
Zhan Moxiao's face, already dark as if it were doused in thick ink, suddenly broke into a smile. His handsome lips curled up slightly, and although the smile was devastatingly attractive, it sent shivers down everyone's spine.
Not many could appreciate the devil's smile.
