They looked at each other, and it was unclear which side felt more awkward.
Behind Helan Lian, a group of young girls also came out with curiosity written all over their faces; they were startled at the sight of so many fierce-looking people. Mingshu could clearly sense the restlessness among the people below and internally cursed.
She glared at Helan Lian, who still seemed utterly oblivious, and hurriedly spoke up a second before she could, "Oh, dear guests, I'm really sorry. Your food will take a little while longer. How about going back to your room to rest for a while, and come down in a bit?"
While speaking, she desperately made eye signals, fearing that he would say something out of turn and give up the game.
"You're making..." Helan Lian slowly looked at her, his eyebrows lifting slightly as if considering something, just as he was about to speak, a hand reached out next to him and pinched his waist fiercely.
