Mu Xianling, seeing Wang Bi'er sit beside Ryan, felt an inexplicable sense of crisis rise in her heart. Her brows knitted slightly, a hint of displeasure flickering across her face, though she remained silent.
Ryan, on the other hand, felt a faint headache coming on.
Mu Xianling was one thing. By the terms of their wager, she was technically his servant, so her sitting nearby wasn't strange. But Wang Bi'er was different. She was Wang Zongyao's daughter, and they weren't particularly close. This sudden intimacy made Ryan feel awkward.
Just as he was pondering this, another voice called out.
"Li Wei!"
Ryan looked up again, feeling both surprised and helpless.
"Zhu Yin? Why are you here, too?"
He had only wanted a quiet conversation with his Clan. Yet, one woman after another kept appearing.
After approaching, Zhu Yin sat down beside Wang Bi'er and said bluntly, "I'm one of the twenty candidates from Fengyue City. Why wouldn't I be here?"
