C766 The Royal Cannon Didn't Want to Drink!

Hwa Feng let out a silent smile.

Dressed in a black silk shirt, wide-legged trousers, and soft leather shoes, his lean neck rested casually on the sofa's armrest, bathed in the kaleidoscope of light that cast shifting shadows across his face.

Hwa Feng's physique was anything but skinny; the silk shirt clung to his well-defined muscles, accentuating them exquisitely