Faced with such a question, Yuan Fengxue, who should have been full of confidence, suddenly froze for a moment.
He reached out to scratch his cheek, his movements appearing somewhat constrained, and a slightly awkward smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Ah, well..."
His voice trailed off for a long time without continuing. A brief silence fell over the room, broken only by the faint chirping of birds from outside the window and the subtle, rising sound of steam from the teacup.
Chapter 170