"Lin Sangyun!"
"You!"
Their voices rang out in unison. Fei Jian stood up abruptly while Old Master Lin's temples throbbed.
Three intense glares were fixed on Bei Sangyun. The atmosphere grew tense with her sudden appearance.
"Looks like I am not welcome. Well, it doesn't matter." Bei Sangyun invited herself in and sat on one of the couches. She gestured to Butler Yang, "Bring me a drink and some pastries."
She needed a lot of energy to confront these exhausting men.
Her calm and languid expression caused the people in the room to have varying expressions on their faces.
"Ha. After everything you've done, you still have the nerve to eat and drink? Have you truly lost your conscience?" Lin Baozhi couldn't help but criticize Bei Sangyun's blatant attitude.
"What else should I do? Starve myself in my room?"
"You insolent brat! You cause trouble wherever you go, and you still have the audacity to act so arrogant!"
