As they spoke, Mora seemed to feel pain and sucked in a sharp breath.
But her movements did not falter. One hand rested in the crook of Ronan's arm, while the other reached toward Mo Ya, her smile radiant.
Mo Ya finally glanced back, her gaze sweeping over Ronan's face. Without hesitation, she reached out and lightly shook Mora's hand. "Hello," she said, observing the necessary courtesies.
Mora did not press the matter. She drew back her hand slightly, then quickly extended it toward another person. "Miss Raven, this is our first meeting. But the sound of your breathing has lulled me to sleep every night."
Raven watched her silently, letting that hand hang in the air without any further response.
The atmosphere around them grew rather strange.
Mora did not seem to care. She withdrew her hand and turned to Ronan with a playful reproach. "Be reasonable, all of you. Don't look so murderous. My greeting was perfectly sincere. Back when we were nominally on opposite sides of 'the wall,' we could pretend not to see each other. If you still think that way now, you won't be able to keep up with the times..."
Heavily made-up, flamboyantly dressed Mora fit the recording studio surprisingly well, like some actress who had slipped out for a breath of fresh air.
Even her slightly affected voice made everything she said sound like coquettish pleading. Naturally, most people around them began wondering whether she and Ronan had some special relationship...
Only to be rejected by the other woman.
People always enjoyed this sort of thing. They wanted to watch, yet did not dare stare openly, so their gazes kept darting back and forth.
Of course, there were also worldly veterans like Zhu Qinghuang. Seeing Mo Ya and Ji Shang's reactions, he quietly