Sitting opposite Zhang Mutian was Mu Lingfeng, his oh-so-great son-in-law.
When Mu Lingfeng looked at someone, his gaze was intensely focused. Oh, but he was face-blind; no matter how intently he stared, once he stepped outside and turned around, he wouldn't recognize his father-in-law again. Still, being fixed with that gaze made Zhang Mutian feel completely uneasy, as if he were covered in thorns—he couldn't sit comfortably, he couldn't stand, and whenever he tried to speak, the man would just press his lips into a thin line and remain silent.
Zhang Mutian didn't know how to start. He was old enough to be Mu Lingfeng’s father, and he had been rolling through the business world for over twenty years, yet whenever he faced his son-in-law, his backbone just wouldn't stiffen. It was far too soft.
Chapter 117