Since they knew they weren't strong enough to take on a rabid, possessive Xuan Long right now, the only logical choice left to preserve their dignity and their bones…was to flee the house entirely.
While the fox and the lion practically sprinted for the exit, only Hu Yan and Han Jue remained seated at the table.
On the surface, the two of them looked remarkably calm.
There wasn't much of an expression on their stoic faces as they neatly rearranged the utensils.
However, the furious, burning crimson stain covering their ears and running all the way down their thick necks was a loud testimony to the truth…
Their self-control was definitely better than Rong Ye's and Shi Feng's, but they were hanging on by a very thin thread.
"The winter air outside is quite refreshing today," Hu Yan remarked, his voice a full octave lower than usual as he stared blankly at the wall.
