Reunion

Amid the strange atmosphere of the Yingzhou banquet, Yuan Yuan sat upright, holding a teacup with her eyes calmly lowered, as though she had not noticed the cold stares around her at all.

Only when she occasionally turned back to look beside her did she ask in confusion, "Why are you sliding down?"

"..."

Lin Zhongxiaowu, who had been slowly wriggling downward in his tatami chair, looked up at that and forced a stiff smile. "I'm just relaxing, okay?"

"Relaxing under the table?"

"It's cooler down there!"

Lin Zhongxiaowu's expression stiffened for a moment, and he shrank down a little further.

Yuan Yuan seemed to notice something. She raised her eyes and looked toward the curtain hanging high in the distance.

Sensing the faint gaze directed this way from behind the curtain, she immediately understood.

"Someone you know?"

"To be honest, I've only met her once."

Yuan Yuan understood even more. "A victim?"

The corner of Lin Zhongxiaowu's eye twitched wildly for a long while before he nodded with difficulty. "...More or less."

"Then you had it coming."

Yuan Yuan had seen too many cases of Little Nineteen getting exposed and then having people block his door to hack at him. She could not be bothered to interfere. "Deal with it yourself."

"..."

If I could deal with it, I would have already.

Lin Zhongxiaowu wanted to speak, then stopped, then wanted to speak again. Finally, he could not help throwing back his head with a long sigh. Giving up on himself completely, he pulled out his phone and started playing a game.

The middle-aged man behind the opposite table finally could not endure any longer. He slapped the table in fury and glared over. "You thief, you still dare show your face here?!"

For a moment, nearly everyone looked