Bai Chen didn't expect Qiao Qiao to speak up for him. The corners of his mouth instantly curled up, and he looked a little smug and show-off.
Shao Jingmo looked at Bai Chen. Although he did not say anything, his gaze was clearly cold.
The servant came over to refill the bowls and chopsticks. Although Shao Jingmo sat down, he did not touch his chopsticks and only sat quietly. His aura was strong to begin with. He sat there without saying a word or moving his chopsticks. The originally warm atmosphere at the dining table instantly turned cold.
Father and Mother Qiao felt especially uncomfortable.
Qiao Qiao was also uncomfortable, but she tried her best to hide her discomfort. She kept telling herself in her heart that this was her house and there was nothing to be uncomfortable about. Shao Jingmo was the outsider.
Old Master Qiao hesitated a few times. In the end, there was an awkward silence.
