"Honored guards, is there something you'd like to ask my mistress?" She looked at the group of men before her and asked.
"Ahem!"
The eldest of the group gave a light cough, turned, and looked at the waiter.
"This isn't your concern anymore. Go about your business."
The waiter glanced at the three guards, then at Shijian. Though a bit curious, he left without saying a word.
After the waiter had gone, Shijian merely fixed her calm gaze on the three men in front of her, waiting for them to speak.
"W-Why are you looking at us like that?"
The Second, unnerved by Shijian's stare, felt a tingling sensation on his scalp and couldn't help but ask.
"Aren't I just waiting for you to start asking questions?" Shijian shrugged and replied.
"Shut up!"
The eldest turned his head to glare at the Second, lowering his voice to bark the order angrily.
