Fang Ziyi looked at Gu Xijin adoringly before picking up a meatball with her chopsticks and putting it in her bowl, jokingly berating her as she did, which got a pout from Gu Xijin in return.
As a nice atmosphere emanated from one end of the dinner table, Gu Xiqiao continued to eat her dinner at the other end of the table without reacting at all.
Everyone that was at the table had refined table manners—No slouching, no wolfing down food, back ramrod straight, but only the girl at the corner had none of these. She seemed like she was stuck to the table as she propped her chin with an arm, feeding herself slowly with another. She didn't care about her image in the least, but it seemed as if she was supposed to be that way, and she looked quite comfortable with her current position.
Xia Zijun couldn't help but send a few glances in her direction.
