Upon hearing this.
A chorus of awkward laughter erupted.
Next time they invite Sister Claire to play, they'll write her name backward.
"Sister Claire, when are you going to teach me those skills?" John Sinclair secretly hoped.
No one expected.
"Say that again."
The girl, sitting cross-legged, leisurely hooked her lips into a smile.
But her words inexplicably sent a chill down people's spines.
John Sinclair's eyelids twitched, very familiar with changing the subject.
"It seems like we can eat now."
The others thought he was going to continue, but he ended up with such a line.
"John Sinclair, you're disappointing," Daniel Clarke teased.
"If you're so great, you go ahead."
After saying this, everyone fell silent, looking everywhere but at the girl.
Seeing their expressions, Claire Green couldn't help but find it amusing. Was she really that scary?
Suddenly.
The private room door was knocked again.
The Cloudriver Pavilion manager entered politely with a few waiters.
