In the room.
Song Ningran went to pour tea, leaving only Qin Heng and Song Hua Jun behind.
Facing Qin Heng alone, who was akin to an "Immortal," Song Hua Jun evidently felt immense pressure. He sat upright nervously, not daring to make a sound, fine sweat beading on his forehead.
The initial impression Qin Heng had given him was truly terrifying. A mere glance could send someone flying, crashing into a signboard, coughing up blood and falling unconscious, their life hanging by a thread! It was really frightening!
Even so, whenever Song Hua Jun felt Qin Heng's gaze fall upon him, he would instinctively shudder and step back, afraid he would end up like that matchmaker. Fortunately, nothing had happened in the recent instances, and he let out a sigh of relief.
"Have you noticed that your wife has been acting a bit strange?" Qin Heng looked towards Song Hua Jun and said indifferently, "Has she always been like this—indiscriminate and oblivious to danger?"
