No one stands on ceremony in their own home, whether or not there are guests present.
Gu Nuan and Zhong Qiaohui were seated at the farthest end on the right side.
Western dining is naturally quite different from Chinese dining; at the very least, there are forks and knives instead of chopsticks. Fortunately, both of them had learned the etiquette for using them.
Soon after in the dining room, only the sounds of chewing filled the air, as everyone was busy filling their stomachs. Because of this, Gu Nuan and Zhong Qiaohui didn't feel it was proper to ask why they still hadn't seen Zhuang Haoran by this time.
After eating their fill, these foreigners began to reach for the red wine on the table, their faces glowing with a satisfied flush. It seemed that only at this moment did these people take the leisure to glance at the two guests who had joined them tonight.
