Jian Nian, feeling guilty, slowly made her way back to the dining table and sat down.
Shen Yihuan was seated across from her.
Shen Yihuan was born into nobility, exuding a graceful and elegant demeanor.
Her gaze toward Jian Nian carried no hint of hostility; instead, it was a serious appraisal.
Shen Yihuan spoke first, with a smile, "Xiaxia, it's been a long time since we last met."
Ye Xi was taken aback for a moment; this name seemed familiar to her, Xiaxia...
Jian Nian lowered her eyelashes, "Sister Yihuan."
Shen Yihuan smiled, then turned her head to Ye Xi and said, "I'd like to have a private word with Xiaxia, if Miss Ye doesn't mind?"
Jian Nian suddenly raised her head, her eyes filled with terror, "No."
Jian Nian's single word "no" drew the attention of both their gazes back to her.
Jian Nian then stammered, "I mean, Ye Xi is my good friend, she knows all about my matters, there's no need to send her away..."
