Qin Feiyang walked over to the tea table and sat down.
Yin Yuanming also stepped forward, picked up the teapot to pour tea, completely ignoring Ren Wushuang who was standing nearby.
Ren Wushuang furrowed her delicate brows and asked, "Steward Yin, is my presence really so insignificant?"
"Hmm?" Yin Yuanming was taken aback. He turned to look at her, his expression changing slightly. He hurriedly said, "Oh, isn't this Miss Ren? When did you arrive?"
Qin Feiyang had just raised his teacup for a sip when he heard this and promptly spat his tea out.
What kind of perception does this Old Fox have? Someone has been standing there for ages, and he didn't notice? It looks like Yin Yuanming is about to offend this young lady.
Sure enough, Ren Wushuang's face immediately darkened. Her jade-like hands clenched into fists, and she glared viciously at Yin Yuanming.
"Ahem!" Qin Feiyang coughed drily, kindly reminding him, "She came with me."
