C699 What Conditions?

In the dead of night, Feng's Courtyard was brightly lit. Yet, the hall was silent as a grave, with dozens of guards surrounding the premises in layers. In the vast living room, Feng Muhan sat on the couch, his hands buried deep in his hair, silent for what felt like an eternity.

"Sir, waiting like this isn't going to help. Maybe we should send our people to search," suggested Geh Mingchen