When Feng Guodong was not speaking, he was unhurried and measured. Every word seemed to have been thoroughly considered before passing his lips, and his tone was soft and gentle. In every gesture, he embodied the refined grace of a scholar.
These words, reaching Xiao Weiguo's ears, felt as comforting and pleasant as a spring breeze brushing across his face.
The heart that had been hanging high in suspense due to tension instantly dropped back to where it belonged, and his entire body relaxed along with it.
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