Suddenly a man dressed in a striking red and black robe came on the platform and began to recite his poetry. His gaze wandered across the room only to meet Qie Xieling's gaze. Something flickered in his eyes and the poem that was being recited for the entire crowd suddenly felt like it was being directed to him in an attempt to captivate him.
However, Qie Xieling remained unfazed, unmoved by the attention that he unwittingly garnered. In fact, he averted his gaze before whispering to Jolie.
"Do you want to go and eat? I am starving," he said his stomach growling. Jolie who always wanted to stir drama for her amusement said,
"No, not yet. Let's hear two more." Qie Xieling sighed while fanning himself with the hand fan.
