Feng Yu walked slowly toward Jiang Moxi, inevitably encountering numerous individuals wanting to strike up a conversation.
However, Feng Yu emanated an inexplicable aura of bloodlust, compounded by rumors of his fondness for killing, renowned for his ruthlessness.
Thus, when the crowd noticed his somber demeanor and lack of intent to converse, they dared not impose.
In this manner, Feng Yu smoothly made his way to Jiang Moxi; his previously somber expression cleared, and the millennia-old iceberg in his eyes seemed to melt in an instant.
"Xixi, what are you doing here? Were you dragged here by those heartless relatives?"
He hadn't expected Jiang Moxi to appear at this banquet, so his tone was joyous yet tinged with concern.
"I came on my own. And even if they brought me here, it's none of your business," Jiang Moxi responded, her expression cold and distant.
