Qiao Lian opened her mouth to speak but after noticing his cold gaze, she did not dare to continue. She could only walk over obediently and sit beside Shen Liangchuan.
After all the dishes were ordered, during the period of time while they were all waiting for the dishes to be served, nobody dared to speak. An awkward atmosphere permeated the entire room.
Xiao Ye kept fidgeting and quietly tugged at Qiao Lian's arm. "Ms. Qiao, why do I feel a bit cold?"
Qiao Lian: …
How could she not be cold?
There was a portable air-conditioner right next to her and his entire body emanated an aura of coldness!
Qiao Lian stared daggers at Song Cheng. This person does not do things reliably!
Given that there were so many reporters here with extremely high perception levels, if they were not careful, they could give the game away.
