Zhao Rong felt he had still underestimated the speed at which jerks could act.
It seemed as if they were restrained by the Heavenly Dao of this world.
One moment the weather was fine, with clear skies, and he was eating his meal in good spirits; the next, dark clouds loomed overhead, and a storm was about to break, ready to usher in the final dinner.
At this moment, a question from Zhao Qian'er and the evasive responses from Su Xiaoxiao had caused the atmosphere in a corner of the great hall of the Summer Insect Pavilion to freeze in a matter of seconds.
Zhao Rong was the only one standing at the table due to serving rice.
At this time, his expression was calm, but inside, he was panicking like crazy.
He felt especially conspicuous standing there alone, yet he dared not sit down abruptly at this moment.