What... does it mean...

Yan Feng stood frozen in place, unable to comprehend.

The anticipated joy didn't come, not even a scolding or beating to vent his feelings. There was only a calmness, a disconcerting calmness.

The sound of a door opening came from behind, and the Young Girl looked up. Her icy face seemed to melt as she smiled and asked, "You're here? Just wait a little longer, I still need to help Sister Feng Yao finish up some things at her company."