Sicilio purposely turned and walked to Su Huanyan's table. Song Ci thought that Sicilio was going to fight a war, and Han Zhan also thought so.
Worried that Sicilio would beat Cheng Yanmo up on impulse, Han Zhan, who knew very well that Cheng Yanmo was no match for Sicilio, immediately stood up and was prepared to stop Sicilio at any time.
But Sicilio just walked past Su Huanyan quietly, as if nothing had happened.
At least, to outsiders, this was the case.
Sicilio slowed down slightly as he passed Su Huanyan. He pretended to raise his hand to adjust his tie. When he raised his left hand, his fingertips seemed to accidentally brush past Su Huanyan's arm.
After he left, Su Huanyan felt her arm burn.
"Try this soup. I think it's not bad." Cheng Yanmo scooped a bowl of pigeon soup for Su Huanyan. There were some herbs in the soup and it smelled especially fragrant.
