The Xuan Gate closed, sealing off all external noise.
Six people took their seats according to hierarchy, but there were only three chairs in the room, including the main seat behind the case records desk. Xu Changge sat on the left side of the desk, while Lou Ji occupied the right. Without available chairs, the three juniors from the Feng Family clearly had no choice but to stand.
After the prior exchanges, the sibling pair seemed decently experienced, but the youngest girl appeared extremely uneasy.
Silence exerted an oppressive force, but there was no need to use it on these three little brats. Xu Yuan fixed his gaze on the white-clad boy and said:
"I'm a busy man. Let's keep this brief—state your purpose."
Feng Xianru froze momentarily. Given the status of this man, it was impossible he hadn't already deduced their intentions. Confusion flickered in his heart, but he still clasped his hands respectfully and said:
