Listening to Murong Qingyan's sarcastic words, Murong Xiong's suspicion did not diminish. He looked sharply at Murong Qingyan who was sitting there. Although his face did not change, he was suspicious of the person in front of him. After all, a person's temperament cannot be changed so easily.
Murong Qingyan raised his head with a sneer, directly facing Murong Xiong's eyes, without a trace of hesitation or retreat.
She was not worried at all about what Murong Xiong would see, because she was Murong Yanyan. Since her soul came to this other world, she has become the face of Murong. Rong Qingyan is dead, and now she is alive is Murong Qingyan.
"Are you really Murong Qingyan?" Murong Xiong showed his coercion.
In the face of Murong Xiong's coercion, Murong Qingyan still did not flinch.
This performance made Murong Xiong a little surprised. It can be said that when he released his coercion, none of the younger generations of the Murong family could stand it. Even a genius like Nangong Ye couldn't cope with his coercion.
But it was this granddaughter, who had always been regarded as a shame of the Murong family, who did not flinch in the face of his coercion. Only his son, Murong Xizhao, whose life and death are uncertain, can do this.
Thinking of the son who used to be him and the proud son of the entire Murong family, a flash of nostalgia flashed in Murong Xiong's eyes, and he withdrew the pressure on him.
Feeling that the pressure on her body suddenly eased, Murong Qingyan did not relax at all, but her face still did not show, "Could it not be clear to the owner, am I really Murong Qingyan? I think, even if others think If you want to pretend, you won't choose a waste like me!"
"It seems that in this Murong family, the person who hides the most is you!" Murong Xiong narrowed his eyes, and there was a hint of danger in the eyes he looked at Murong's face, "I always thought you were a waste, but I didn't expect your scheming to return. It's really deep enough!"
In the face of Murong Qingyan's deception, Murong Xiong felt dissatisfied. He didn't expect that Murong Qingyan had acted for so long under his nose.
"The owner has won the prize." As if he couldn't understand Murong Xiong's dissatisfaction, the expression on Murong's face did not change in any way, "A rabbit will bite if you are anxious, not to mention that I am not a rabbit!"
"That's why you went to participate in this family meeting?" Murong Xiong glared at Murong, "Do you think it makes sense for you to do this? Even if you go to the competition, it's just a shame for our Murong family. "
"The Patriarch called me here because of this, right?" Murong put on a sarcastic smile, "Even if I don't participate in this competition, wouldn't I be ashamed of the Murong family? As long as I Murong Qingyan's existence for a day is a shame for the Murong family, isn't it?"
"Murong Qingyan, you—" Hearing Murong Qingyan's words, Murong Xiong gritted his teeth with hatred. If he could, he really wanted to strangle the woman in front of him immediately, "Do you know what you are talking about?"
"I know exactly what I'm talking about." Murong's eyes showed no trace of warmth, some were just cold, "Don't the head of the family think like this?"