She looked at the girl holding the guitar and feigned magnanimity as she comforted her, "Qi Yue, for my sake, will you please not be mad at Yaya? She didn't mean any harm with what she said just now."
With her saying this, others immediately chimed in, praising her for being so easygoing and always accommodating the overbearing Fu Ya and the like.
The only one untouched by her comfort was the girl in the corner who remained silent, oblivious to the buzz around her as she glanced occasionally at the door as if waiting for someone.
Finally, a striking presence appeared at the villa's entrance.
The girl's eyes lit up, and she stood up.
Even though the others hadn't been paying attention to her until then, the scale of her movement caught their eyes. They turned their heads and, upon seeing Rong Yan by the door, their expressions changed as if mice had seen a cat, and like a flock of birds, they scattered, their mouths snapping shut.
"Rong Yan, good morning."
"Good morning."
