Xin Xianglian hid herself in the crowd, the brim of her hat lowered in an attempt to keep her discrete. Already a demure lady by nature, she felt her patience wearing thin as she became increasingly uncomfortable. Despite being bathed in sweat, she kept her gaze firmly fixed on Mù Qiānxún and Ou Zun who were in the center of the room.
In her eyes, Mù Qiānxún seemed to be perpetually finding new ways to get close to Ou Zun!
How could she not be incensed!
No, she can't just let things unfold like this, she has to devise a strategy.
Watching the interaction between Ou Zun and Mù Qiānxún, she felt an extreme sense of unease. So much unease!
Mù Qiānxún was sitting next to Ou Zun. With his right hand resting on the table, he raised his eyebrows at her invitingly.
With a soft smile, she approached him, placing her hands over his to hold them together.
His one hand versus her two.
It seemed fair.
