The streets were bustling, but the private room was eerily quiet.
The man had distinct contours, a jawline that exuded a chilly hardness, maintaining a detached silence, his presence filled with an air of aloof indifference.
He was unworried.
But...
Shen Hua took a moment to reflect very consciously.
It was the peddler who cursed someone, not Shen Yangyang from the Shen Family.
The result of her reflection.
She cheerfully asked, "Why isn't the food being served yet?"
Shen Hua: "I'll have a portion of the 'White Lantern Tender Beef'."
Utterly carefree.
Cui Yun snickered softly.
Cui Rong silently buried his head lower, munching on his pastries.
In the middle of this, Ying Yi came in. He respectfully brought his head close to Cui Yun's side and whispered something.
Only then did Cui Yun slightly lift his eyelids, his eyes calm and unruffled.
"Call him in."
"Yes."
Soon after, Ying Yi led the person inside.
