1861. Yu Lingqian's Cinnabar Mole (6)
Shen Jiaoyang entered the room and was the first to sit down.
She placed her bag to the side, looking quite famished. "I've come such a long way, not to watch you two guys with sour faces."
After saying this, she picked up the menu on the table, ready to start ordering.
After looking at it for a while, she found that the two people in the room still had no reaction, and she couldn't help but start to feel a bit frustrated.
"Today, how about you both come together and have a meal with me to welcome me, my dear ancestors?"
Shen Jiaoyang glanced at Arthur with a "please please" expression.
She then looked at Yu Lingqian, though she didn't speak, her gaze already carried inquiry and plea.
The two men exchanged a glance and finally, with grim faces, sat down on either side of the table.
Seeing that they were finally willing to sit down and have a meal, Shen Jiaoyang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
