The atmosphere inside the private room became somewhat strange since Bai Yiran arrived, and everyone had to keep an eye on both Leng Liewei and Bai Yiran's expressions.
The dishes at Ming Xuan are always exquisite and delicious, and it was rare for Bai Yiran not to have any vomiting reaction to this table of food. Even if there were some tastes she couldn't stand occasionally, she could suppress the churning feeling in her stomach, showing nothing on the surface.
After all, Bai Yiran was just a companion. Most of the people here she only met because of attending parties with Leng Yichen, and truly familiar faces were none. Moreover, their ages were generally older, and almost everyone was talking around Leng Liewei. Except when asked, she would politely respond, and other times, Bai Yiran didn't speak and didn't eat much, only sipping soup.
