Ignoring their looks, Ye Jiuliang stuffed her phone into her pocket and began to drink her juice.
At the table, with the exception of Ye Rui, not a single person looked at Ye Jiuliang with favor.
Ye Xin and Li Jingxuan whispered covertly to each other, occasionally glancing over at Ye Jiuliang.
Though their words couldn't be heard, they were certainly not speaking kindly.
The dishes were served quickly, and the other women, mindful of their image, ate only a little bit with their chopsticks, as if an extra bite was a sin of gluttony.
But there was one exception: Ye Jiuliang, who picked out the meat with her chopsticks. Apart from her love for alcohol, she was also known for her love of meat.
She ate quickly, yet her manners remained elegant, and not in the slightest bit crude.
"Jiuliang, the seafood is also not bad," said Ye Rui, sitting to the right of Ye Jiuliang. He couldn't help but smile as he saw her eating with relish.
