She returned to her seat and, having failed with one plan, quickly concocted another.
"Why hasn't everyone started eating yet? Are we waiting for someone else to arrive?"
Fu Sichen slightly lifted his eyelids, his deep black eyes exuding an inscrutable emotion, "Oh? Someone's still not here?"
Ming Lang nodded, feeling the immense pressure from the tycoon that made it hard to breathe, "We're missing one person."
Internally cursing why Jiang Mian hadn't arrived yet.
If this ancestor really got upset, it wouldn't be as simple as last night's incident.
The silence in the private room was eerie, even Xu Lai standing behind Fu Sichen could feel the odd atmosphere.
Xu Yanzhi, seeing Fu Sichen rarely interested in speaking up, added, "Who knows when Jiang Mian will arrive."
Her tone was light, as if she had let the words slip unintentionally.
The next second.
From outside the door, the sound of "click-clack" high heels approached them step by step.
