Rong Che shook his head, "It’s alright. I can just wipe it." Then he took a white handkerchief to wipe the stain from his clothes. The location of the stain was in an odd position so it was not convenient for him to twist his body to wipe it off.
"Let me do it." Gu Xijiu took his handkerchief over and tried to wipe it for him.
When she was rubbing it a few times, there was a sudden slapping sound from across, as if someone was slapping chopsticks on the table.
The sound was loud and the quiet hall became even quieter, to the point that they could hear the wind blowing through the dining hall.
The sound was issued from Di Fuyi's table. Gu Xijiu also felt that the atmosphere was not right. When she raised her head and looked over to that table, she saw the pair of black pupils of Di Fuyi looking back at her too.
Her heart was beating slightly faster.
