We're All Adults Here

"Hahhhh," Bai Mo finally raised his voice, breaking the tension. "This has gone on long enough."

But the two men clutching the creaking dining table didn't even spare a glance at the young master with fox ears. Xu Zeng continued to glare, and Xuan Jian's jaw remained tightly clenched.

Xuan Jian's jaws seemed on the verge of emitting a cartoonish groan under the pressure. Though they didn't, the table between him and his brother in law was clearly straining.

"Are you going to break Xu Feng's table?" Bai Mo questioned calmly, his tone almost too nonchalant. But the reaction from the two stubborn men—well, one man and one ger currently—was almost immediate.

Xu Zeng recoiled as if scalded by hot water, while Xuan Jian looked down at the table with remorseful eyes. Perhaps now they could discuss this like adults now?