In an instant, it was unclear how the atmosphere shifted from quiet to stable, and then to chillingly fierce.
All she knew was that the cold look in Feng Chengjin's eyes upon seeing her, coupled with his slight step back and intention to leave, felt like a stabbing knife in Qiu Zhixuan's heart.
However, Feng Chengjin ultimately did not leave.
After all, the leader who invited him for dinner held a high position, and he couldn't afford to exhibit such rude behavior.
As he walked in, he scanned the room, patted a familiar friend on the shoulder, and said, "You're here too?"
"Oh? President Feng? Oh my, I was wondering who's missing, turns out it's you," one of them exclaimed excitedly.
Feng Chengjin curled his lips slightly and glanced around again, "It seems there's no seat available."
