The old lady's sharp gaze swept over, directly criticizing Xu Zijin, "What's with the long face at the dinner table? Don't scare my guest away."
Wang Lu bent down to pick up the chopsticks from the floor, her face flushed red.
"Auntie, don't be upset, it's my fault for being careless, it has nothing to do with Mr. Xu." She clutched the chopsticks, explaining softly.
It was indeed her fault first, secretly observing them, thinking she was discreet, but was caught on the spot by Xu Zijin.
Xu Zijin had an expressionless face, too lazy to bother about their conversation.
It was Wang Lu's cautious and sighing gaze that annoyed him.
"Maggie, quickly get Lulu a new pair of chopsticks."
A moment later, clean chopsticks were handed to Wang Lu, and she dared not glance at Xu Zijin again, kept her head down eating, only picking dishes nearest to her, almost burying her face in the bowl.
Throughout, Yan Yinuo didn't speak, but she took note of every reaction Wang Lu had.
