Lu Jingang gave her a deep look, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, but he didn't say anything more, his gaze turned to An Zixuan who was speaking.
Mu Lezhu, on the other hand, didn't look over. She was holding a fork and eating the fruit from the fruit platter, her whole demeanor particularly nonchalant and carefree, not in the slightest bit affected by An Zixuan on stage.
After all, she was really a bit hungry now, and it seemed a bit too bold to eat other things on the table, but eating some fruit wasn't over the line, right?
When the speech on stage was finished, thunderous applause erupted from the audience below. Seated there were prominent figures from Nancheng, as well as visitors from the entertainment circle. This hundred-day banquet by the An family was indeed high-profile and glamorous, with a good twenty or thirty tables for the guests.
Fortunately, the An family's Ling Mansion had a large area; many important banquets were held in this very hall.
