Mu Qian sat between Wen Jiaren and Zhao Yufen, with the little one nestled in his arms, a pair of wet, large eyes making Zhao Yufen's heart soften, prompting her to look at the little one several times, finding him more and more endearing with each glance.
As soon as Mu Qian sat down, the atmosphere immediately changed. Lao Liao and a few others sat there with their chopsticks, too constrained to move.
He, on the other hand, seemed leisurely and lazy, occasionally picking up some food and feeding the little one.
Ding Chenmo withdrew his stiffened hand, and Wen Jiaren gently coughed, speaking to everyone in a warm voice, "Eat, don't be so formal."
After hearing Wen Jiaren's words, the men still looked at Mu Qian a few times. This man's presence was too overpowering; even without saying or doing anything, his mere presence made everyone feel pressured and become extremely cautious.
