"I will never agree." Madam Shang stood up abruptly, ordering, "Serve the meal!"
The large long table seated more than twenty people, all engrossed in the bountiful feast laid out by the servants. Yet, all their eyes contemptuously drifted towards Ye Lu.
Because this woman was as restless as a flea that couldn't settle down, as if her butt was nailed to the seat. Her actions were exaggerated and vulgar, her voice as loud as a gong, devoid of any high society dining etiquette. She was utterly annoying.
What was even more infuriating was that such an awful woman was flaunting her affection right in front of them.
All the women were silently grinding their teeth in anger.
"Little Jingchen, come, have some pig's trotters. These trotters are delicious. I guarantee your legs will be as strong as a pig's."
Ye Lu stabbed a pig trotter with her fork, shoving it into Shang Jingchen's mouth with a beaming smile.
