Sun Yazhu's complexion looked good now, her facial injuries were treated, she was dressed in a beige home outfit, behind her were several waiters pushing dining carts.
Ji Ning stepped aside, inviting them to come in.
"I didn't know what you guys liked, so I ordered a bit of everything."
Sun Yazhu was not reserved at all, walked to the dining table, pulled out a chair, and prepared to dine there.
She was an elegant, intellectual, and well-mannered woman, evident from her dining etiquette.
Sitting upright, her movements were subtle, her cutlery made no harsh noise, all her food was cut into small pieces, which she used a fork to eat.
In front of her, Ye Tong felt extremely ashamed, not daring to reach for a bun.
Only Ji Ning sitting opposite remained unfazed, eating one after another as if a tornado swept in.
Under the table, Ye Tong kicked Ji Ning, giving her a look to tone it down a bit.
