The atmosphere in the room became oppressively silent for a moment, as everyone fell into deep thought without speaking. At this time, Wang Anfeng's thoughts swiftly turned as he slightly furrowed his brow, also noticing something amiss. The more he thought about it, the more it bothered him. He turned to look at Chuan Lian and said,
"Brother Chuan."
Chuan Lian looked up, his face full of panic and confusion.
Wang Anfeng opened his mouth but, seeing his state, he felt at a loss for how to communicate with him.
He couldn't help but feel a sliver of disappointment in his heart.
Meng Yuexue kicked Chuan Lian hard on the shin without holding back, causing him to cry out in pain and retreat half a step, looking at his junior sister with an expression of hurt and confusion. Meng Yuexue glanced at Chuan Lian with a look that spoke volumes of her disappointment and then turned to Wang Anfeng, clasping her fist in the other hand to salute him and said, solemnly,