Everyone began to leave as told. Chu Zhiyun's gaze stayed on An Xiaxia a bit longer than the others. She then gave her a smile and left.
"Sit," Sheng Yize said coldly.
"That's… that's ok," An Xiaxia stammered. Sheng Yize then cast her a stern look and she sat down promptly with her back ramrod straight.
Sheng Yize asked casually, "Miss An, are you a reporter?"
Of course An Xiaxia wouldn't admit it, or this thing would never end. She shook her head earnestly. "No, no. I'm just a waitress."
What she meant was: Please let me go. I'm totally innocent.
Sheng Yize smirked. His eyes were deeper-set than in his teenage years and that detached feeling had only grown more prominent with age. An Xiaxia almost couldn't sit still beside him.
"Waitress?" Sheng Yize's voice had no warmth. He then darted a look at her and asked, "What do you do here? Sell your talents or your body?"
