As Yan Huaizheng became angry, the imposing aura he was suppressing burst forth, heavily bearing down on Xun Xizhi.
Having clawed his way out from the undercover ranks and now steeped in the officialdom, his presence was naturally extraordinary.
Xun Xizhi considered himself worldly, yet when confronted with Yan Huaizheng at that moment, cold sweat involuntarily broke out in his palms.
The feeling was akin to the heart-pounding sensation of his first time wielding a surgical scalpel, racing against the Grim Reaper.
"Dad, don't bring your official airs into other people's homes, careful or mom will hear and you'll get a taste of your own medicine," Lu Fengxuan interjected from the side.
Seeing that Xun Xizhi was somewhat embarrassed, she spoke out of understanding and goodwill to help him out of his predicament.
But sincerely, her father's imposing air really was too crushing; even she felt a sense of breathlessness from it.