The night was heavy. Inside the Cheng Family's main hall, the lamps burned brightly, but they couldn't dispel the oppressive atmosphere filling the room.
Cheng Huan sat in the master's seat, the teacup in her hand long since gone cold. A thin layer of tea stain had formed on the rim.
Her brows were knitted tightly, her fingers unconsciously tapping against the sandalwood armrest.
Below, several Cheng Family disciples stood or sat, each with a grimmer expression than the last.
CREAK!
The main door was shoved open, and Cheng Ming strode in, asking breathlessly, "Big Sis, what's the situation? What did those merchants say?"
Fatigue filled Cheng Huan's eyes. She slowly set down the cold teacup. "Li's Trading Company, Moxiang Studio... they've already chosen the Ning Family's ships."
