The cameras pointing at them turned the dining experience into a delicate balancing act between maintaining appearances and allowing their true emotions to surface.
Lang Yuxuan and Feng Jietang were obviously displeased on many levels, but they still had to smile, laugh, and chat with the other participants like what happened just now did not affect them at all.
Once the camera crew was gone, though, all manners of pretense fell from the table and a frosty atmosphere descended upon the six participants.
The ladies were more than happy to retreat to the Lotus Room. It was like escaping a burning house.
The men, with fewer buffer to ease the tension, not as much.
Uncle Huang looked at one sour face to another and, bless his heart, dared to make a comment, "Why does it feel that the temperature has dropped so low in this room? Hahaha should we close the windows?"
"No," Feng Jietang said. "Fresh air is good."
