An Yexuan's stern face turned cold. His slender fingers pinched the handle of the tea cup, and he took a slow sip. He said blandly, "There's no need to fetch her back. Let's eat, everyone!"
Master Meng knew that the An family's heir was talented and scheming. He was also mysterious and unpredictable, and Master Meng could not comprehend why he agreed to a meal at the Meng's. With decades of experience, Master Meng had considered himself to be adequate at reading people, but he couldn't see through An Yexuan at all. No one could decipher the latter's mind.
By the time Miao Zifu arrived at the Meng family home in a woeful state, they had already finished their meal. This time, Chen Pei no longer looked at Miao Zifu as earnestly as before, but instead with a hint of derision.
