Shen Jingrou gently put down the chopsticks in her hand. From the moment she heard Lin Yue's voice, she kept silent, trying to minimize her presence, never expecting the other's words to be so unpleasant.
"I think it's you who's not sober." Lin Yue glared angrily.
"You..."
The atmosphere on site was extremely tense. Bao Shaojin looked at their irrational behavior and spoke up just in time, "Lin Yue!"
Bao Shaojin called out his name, a hint of warning in his tone.
Lin Yue and Shen Jingrou exchanged glances, the tension evident on their faces, but out of respect for Bao Shaojin's authority, neither spoke.
Lin Yue pulled out a chair beside Shen Jingrou and sat down.
Gu Qingyun, puzzled, observed the surrounding atmosphere, feeling that the eyes of this suddenly appearing man were overly hostile toward him, as if he had desecrated his ancestors' graves.
The attendant, used to such scenes, nonchalantly brought over a set of bowls and chopsticks for Lin Yue.
