The atmosphere in the room was awkward to the extreme. Several people were stuffy, eating and not talking. Xiaoyang, a man, cursed them in English by his roundabout name. Although they expressed great indignation, there was no other good way to do it. This was a loss, so they had to eat like that.

Su Xiaowan almost laughed a little while ago. This fellow has a bad stomach. It seems that Xiao Yang promised Zhu Yi to come here this evening, but he certainly had no good intention.

Zhu Yi saw that the atmosphere on the spot was a little too depressing, so he started the topic on his own...