The quiet atmosphere was broken.
Lan Mu's face instinctively returned to its cold indifference, and he looked away disapprovingly to ask Yan Zao, "How much have you drunk?"
Yan Zao held up a finger, "Just a little."
It was still the tone of someone drunk, pretending to be asleep for so long, her voice really had a bit of the naive charm of someone just waking up, afraid Lan Mu wouldn't believe her, she repeated, "Really, just a little."
"Idiot."
Lan Mu withdrew his gaze and looked ahead.
Yan Zao, stung by the insult and fueled by jealousy, said, "As if your Yu Yesang is so smart."
Lan Mu turned back, "Why do you always bring up Yu Yesang?"
This time, he met Yan Zao's eyes.
The dim light helped him hide the anticipation in his eyes that even he himself was unaware of.
Yan Zao pouted and complained, "Everyone says I'm the other woman, that I schemed my way into marrying into your family. Why don't you tell me what schemes I used?"
