Chen Yang raised an eyebrow.
Yang Hu craned his neck, looking toward the woman who had spoken. Her words were truly grating.
Seeing that the honored guests had entered while Chen Yang still seemed intent on leaving, Xie Yuan hurriedly said, "You all should leave quickly. If it comes to it, I can arrange another place for you."
Having said that, Xie Yuan turned to the approaching group, his face a mask of fawning obsequiousness.
The young woman leading them wore a light purple gown, her hair tied in a ponytail. With her hands clasped behind her back, she radiated the brisk air of a martial artist and an imposing aura. Compared to the young man walking beside her—her older brother—she was far more captivating.
Chen Yang motioned to Qin Qiu and Yang Hu to finish their food. Since others had booked the entire teahouse, they naturally wouldn't linger. But the freshly served pastries and tea couldn't go to waste, could they?
