Everyone was on Qin Jing's side, and there was a collective disdain toward the Yao mother and daughter. No one in attendance would even think of receiving them into their homes at this point, much less invite them to special events.
Yao Ran's face went from a sweet, pinkish blush to a furious shade of red. She was mortified. She lowered her head and tried to cover her face with the table napkin she was holding.
Her fists were clenched tightly, and she bit her lips so hard, they almost bled.
"Uncle Wang, kindly escort these two out." Qin Jing ordered.
Her voice rang loud and clear, so everyone was sure to have heard it.+
Not that she cared. She was already extending the Yao family more courtesy than they deserved.
They should be thankful she hadn't ordered her servants to drag them out to the street.
Several heads turned to Uncle Wang with similar looks of eager anticipation.
