His voice was soft and calm.
Li Beinian turned and looked at Mu Xichen's face.
Tough and brave, he was staring at her with starry eyes.
He was holding the teacup with his bony fingers, moving it forward to her slightly.
She subconsciously glanced at Mu Donglin and Wu Meiya.
Mu Donglin stared at her deeply with eyes that were never soft to begin with. It seemed to be more compelling now, as if spilling poison, wishing to drill two holes into them.
Wu Meiya looked at their movements, and the expression on her face was even more thought-provoking.
Li Beinian felt as if she were sitting on pins and needles. She looked at the glass of water in front of her and didn't know whether to take it.
"Enough," said Old Mr. Li, his face sullen. "You can't even eat properly, do you need your guests to take care of you?"
His old voice was harsh, and Li Beinian wanted to cry.
Who had she provoked?
