Gu Ting's gaze shifted to Qi Si, and the words she was about to utter froze halfway.
Qi Si had a way of making a perfectly fine atmosphere turn extremely cold and rigid. Just sitting there in silence, he exuded an unspoken harshness that could not be suppressed.
Imagine someone like that sitting at a festive banquet—the joy being played out would twist into something bleak and desolate!
Gu Ting silently drank a cup of cold tea to ward off the chill.
Song Jinwei's brows were deeply furrowed.
The Qi Family—no one wanted to sit with someone who could ruin the mood just by showing up.
Qi Heng gathered his thoughts for a while before forcing a smile and looking towards Qi Si, "Big brother."
Qi Si looked back at him.
His deep, pitch-black eyes were devoid of any emotion.
Even the usually lively Qi Heng was momentarily choked up.
"At least put on a decent face in front of the elders. Don't always look so sour."
