The dishes on the table were quickly served, and Yu Susu and Song Guanchao chatted aimlessly about trivial topics, making Jiang Yiren drowsy.
She wanted to chime in with a few words, but she knew that her aunt invited him to dinner tonight primarily to maintain their relationship.
What they talked about didn't matter; what mattered was meeting regularly to maintain the connection.
In such occasions, it wasn't suitable for her to interrupt.
Even if she had a good personal relationship with Song Guanchao, that was their own connection.
In matters involving interests and cooperation, she couldn't mix personal relationships into it.
So she occasionally took a bite of food, drank some juice, and played on her phone.
Little did she know, under the table, her aunt's leg was resting on Song Guanchao's lap.
Song Guanchao reached down, feeling the slippery silk stockings warm with her body heat, smooth to the touch, and her leg was firm beneath.
He stroked her calf, then her thigh.
