Su Li took a sip of tea, her expression calm, not saying a word.
Sitting quietly to the side, Mo Yu suddenly glanced at Feng Huaijin and in an ethereal voice said, "Seventh Young Master Feng, please step out for a moment."
Feng Huaijin's expression turned slightly cold; he knew these elders were likely to speak poorly of him again.
Su Li gently held the back of Feng Huaijin's hand, and softly said, "Huai Jin, go back to your room first."
She wanted to hear what they would say after all.
Su Li was very clear that if she didn't listen to them, these self-proclaimed elders would keep pestering.
Better to resolve it in one go.
Whatever they said couldn't change her mind.
Feng Huaijin cast a cold glance, his strong body rising from the leather sofa, his slender jade-like hands tenderly landing atop Su Li's head as if in comfort, before turning to go upstairs.
