Jiang Baifeng smiled fawningly. "Mr. Xing, this is my son, Jiang Tianquan, and this is my wife, Zhu Baixi!" He then glanced at Zhu Baixi and the others, chiding softly, "Why haven't you greeted Mr. Xing yet?"
Zhu Baixi and the others hastily bowed.
Xing Zhanlong waved his hand and said indifferently, "There's no need for these tedious formalities."
"Let's go inside."
The atmosphere in the living room was somewhat oppressive. Xing Zhanlong spoke little, and the others dared not speak freely for fear of displeasing him.
After a moment, Xing Zhanlong set down his teacup and said coldly, "I heard the attack failed? Could it be that my masterpiece can't even deal with an injured Leng Baiyu?"
Hearing his sharp question, everyone's hearts pounded with fear. They lowered their heads, not daring to utter a sound.
Jiang Baifeng explained cautiously, "This time, she only escaped because her junior, Chen Xiao, was present. He has thwarted our plans multiple times."
