The faint smirk of satisfaction on that person's face was enough to give one pause.
For a moment, the atmosphere grew silent.
The passing flow of traffic did nothing to alleviate the awkward and heavy silence before them.
Not just the people involved, even Wa Yuechuan, an outsider, felt the air was laden with a solemn oppression.
He Ximeng stared at Jiang Muwan, who met his gaze squarely.
Mei Qiong stood to the side, her lips pressed together in silence, but her expression clearly conveyed her displeasure and resentment.
"Since we all know each other, why don't we settle this privately, Manman—how does Miss Song feel about that?" He Ximeng's use of 'Manman' was cut off midway, awkwardly circling back to a polite 'Miss Song'.
Indeed, the more courteous 'Miss Song' ended up being used.
Hearing He Ximeng call her 'Miss Song,' Jiang Muwan had to admit that her heart fluttered slightly, and it was a flutter she shouldn't have felt.
