Feeling the awkward atmosphere around her, she regrettably covered her mouth, wondering if she had said something she shouldn't have.
Yan Song shot her a cold glance, and Yan Xing felt a tingle down her spine. She was doomed; her big brother definitely wouldn't forgive her.
Yan Xing chuckled awkwardly, "Pretend I didn't say anything just now..."
Yun Ya seemed unfazed, but Mai Zheng's expression grew even colder.
"Eating can't even keep your mouth shut," Yan Song reprimanded coldly.
Yun Ya took a few sips of soup but had no appetite, wiping her mouth with a napkin as Yan Song asked with concern, "Why did you only drink a few sips?"
"I can't stomach it," Yun Ya's stomach hadn't been well these days, maybe due to the adjustment to the Capital City's climate, or perhaps the weather was too cold, making her look even more frail than when she'd first arrived.
Yan Song looked at her with pity, offering a fruit salad, "Have some fruit."
