Perhaps it was because he frequented such places, his sudden intrusion didn't feel out of place at all.
He took his seat and naturally pinned down the wine poured by Director Zhang.
The rich aroma of the wine rolled into his throat, igniting a burning sensation.
"Mr. Feng... and the lady beside you, please take your seats as well?" Director Zhang was the host of the banquet, and even if he felt uncomfortable, he had no choice but to try to please both sides.
Feng Ye's gaze deeply studied Yao Qing.
After about a few seconds of silence, he spoke softly.
"There's no need, I have something else to attend to. Qingqing and I will leave first."
He knew Yao Qing too well; if she stayed here any longer, the chances were high she would continue to confront Yu Yanshen and Fu Moyi.
She might not understand, but he had to recognize the limits.
Yaocheng was Yanshen's territory, where he reigned supreme.