That Mrs. Ning from Ronghe Group swept her eyes over everyone present with disdain, as if she had encountered someone with whom she had a deep-seated hatred.
A young girl beside her said, "Aunt, what's going on with my cousin now? Why is he here for dinner?"
Mrs. Ning stared directly at Ning Yan with a sharp tone, "You never come home. I applied to visit you at your research institute, and you always said you were too busy with research to see family. Yet here you are dining with them? How are you any different from your deadbeat father? You just lie to me!"
Ning Yan kept his head down, silent, with no intention of responding.
Feng Yi, sitting next to him, noticed that he was trembling even more!
Feng Huaijin put down his chopsticks, his expression turning cold, and his voice chilling, "Mrs. Ning!"
Feng Huaijin sat there exuding a freezing aura, dropping the surrounding temperature dramatically, making it hard for people to look directly at him.
