"Feifei, what are you dazed about? Hurry up and greet Mr. Xiaoning, Mr. Yan, and Mrs. Yan. It's a blessing that many people can't even beg for to have dinner with the three of them."
Under Qiang Tai's urging, Sun Feifei hid her inner turmoil and forced a smile as she greeted the three of them.
Mr. Xiaoning folded his arms across his chest, his face full of amusement as if he was watching a show.
Yan Yi gazed at her steadily, his narrow eyes carrying a hint of chill.
Zhong Qing looked graceful and dignified, every bit the lady of status, but her expression was tinged with cold ridicule.
Sun Feifei felt a tingling on her scalp as the humiliating history she didn't want to recall surged back into her mind, making even breathing difficult for her.
"Tai brother, I suddenly don't feel well; maybe I should go back first," she suggested.
