The atmosphere wasn't all that awkward initially, mostly silent, but Xin Xiaoxiao's comment pushed Ji Anning into an awkward spot.
She blushed, lowered her head, and glanced at Qi Helian from the corner of her eye.
Qi Helian held a cup, his white, slender fingers made the porcelain cup seem as precious as jade.
He slightly lowered his eyes, looking calm and indifferent.
Xiang Yiqing quickly glanced at the three of them before turning his head and softly reminding Xin Xiaoxiao, "You should talk less; nobody's going to mistake you for a mute."
"I can't help it. Otherwise, why don't you seal my lips with yours?" Xin Xiaoxiao tiptoed, puckering her lips playfully at Xiang Yiqing.
She had put on makeup when she got out of the car earlier, using bright red lipstick.
With her lips puckered like that, it was quite something.
Xiang Yiqing gave Xin Xiaoxiao a disdainful look, ignored her, and motioned to Qiu Yang to head over to the dining table.
