Duan Yanran looked at the Great Hall, walked to the entrance, and stepped inside.
Ling Tianyu sat in the main seat, saying nothing, patiently waiting. He was extremely calm now; waiting was torture, but it had become a common occurrence.
"Qing Chen, you three should leave first," Duan Yanran gestured to Bi Qingchen and the other two women. No matter what, the couple definitely needed some time to talk, and outsiders were indeed unsuitable.
Bi Qingchen and the other two women understood well and withdrew.
Duan Yanran waved her right hand to close the doors of the Great Hall and walked over.
"What's happening? Why so unusual?" Duan Yanran lifted the teapot and poured his cup full, asking.
At this time, only Duan Yanran dared to ask, and she was the only one who could.
Ling Tianyu lifted the teacup, swirled the tea, and explained the situation.
