Dingxiang Building, private room.
To Bai Xiaosheng's surprise, the three people in front of him—Bai Ran, Bai Fei, and Yang Qian'er—looked just like three starving ghosts. Faced with a large table of dishes, they hadn't even had time for a sip of liquor and were wildly devouring the food in great relish.
"I mean, we're all civilized people here, can't we behave a little?" Bai Xiaosheng couldn't help but mutter to himself.
At this, Bai Ran and Bai Fei suddenly felt a bit embarrassed and slowed down their pace.
Yang Qian'er, however, snorted coldly.
"We're starved to death, and besides, we know each other so well, there's no need to be so pretentious. There are no strangers here... Hey, if you're not eating, pass me that dish of salt-baked prawns," she demanded.
"Why should I? I haven't even started yet!" Bai Xiaosheng huffed indignantly.
He had been influenced by the eating manners of the three and stopped being polite, digging in.
