He had stayed at the Gao Family for nearly an entire day.
Chen Xiaojun's carriage slowly left the streets and alleys of "Old Gao" Quarter amid the sunset's picturesque afterglow.
The carriage was not ostentatious in design, with no excessive ornamentation, yet its clean lines and deep colors revealed a restrained nobility and steadiness.
That air was just like Chen Xiaojun himself, always revealing something extraordinary amid calm, displaying nobility through understatement.
Inside the carriage, ripples of a smile could not help spreading at the corners of Su Ningxia's mouth. "I hope the Gao Family can understand Young Master's deeper meaning."
Cheng Yun gave a soft snort, a sharp gleam flashing through her eyes. "If they cannot understand it, and their actions leave us utterly disappointed, then from now on, there will be no need for us to have anything more to do with them."
Zhu Wuneng hesitated at the side, his lips moving as if he had something to say, only to swallow it back.
His gaze drifted around the carriage before finally landing on Chen Xiaojun's face, then quickly moved away again.
As for Chen Xiaojun inside the carriage, he quietly kept his eyes closed, as though all the clamor of the outside world had nothing to do with him.
His face was as calm as still water, but who could know what magnificent waves lay hidden beneath that calm?
Only Xiao Yi, seated beside him, was poised and serene, calm and unruffled.
Under the glow of the setting sun, she appeared all the more exquisitely graceful and untouched by dust.
At this moment, inside Gao Yunpeng's study in the Gao Family, a conversation about exchanging secret techniques was underway.
"This time, we exchanged for thirteen secret techniques," Gao Yunpeng said, a note of regret in his