Shen Qing had just left his seat when Dong Jing and Young Master Sun, after having their fill, suddenly remembered and looked toward the end of the table.
The end of the table was empty, and Shen Qing's trace had long disappeared.
Dong Jing walked to Xi Shaoqin's side, lowered his voice, and asked, "Where's Shen Chasi?"
"He, ah, left a while ago," Xi Shaoqin replied indifferently.
Dong Jing's intoxicated face sobered up a bit, "I was the one who invited him today. In our gathering, I should have involved him more. Ignoring him like this makes me appear somewhat rude."
Xi Shaoqin raised his eyebrows slightly.
He was born into the Xi family of Yongzhou, not of the direct lineage, but still from a high-ranking family. He had attended many such gatherings.
In his eyes, such gatherings were not suited for someone like Shen Qing, from a humble background.
He already had reservations about Dong Jing inviting Shen Qing, and being so attentive made him even more displeased.
