"What on earth are you talking about?" Her companion hurriedly pulled back her fluttering skirt hem. "Didn't you see how pale Tian Shaolong's face has turned?"
At that moment, the crystal chandelier at the main table suddenly vibrated, and Shi Qing froze with his red wine glass suspended mid-air.
The banquet manager, well-used to storms, narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze shifting back and forth between the two antagonists.
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