Lu Jinwen raised his handsome face and glanced at Jun Mosheng before walking away.
As he looked at the man's polished and cold retreating back, Jun Mosheng narrowed his almond-shaped eyes and smiled slightly.
…
At dinner.
The dinner prepared tonight was indeed sumptuous. It was specially catered for the distinguished guests by High Priest Meng.
Pigs and sheep were slaughtered for the feast, and there was a lingering fragrance of meat and wine.
Tang Mo'er sat in her seat and eyed the roasted lamb. She did not have any appetite at all and felt like throwing up.
Her fair hands pressed on her chest. She hunched her body and was about to vomit.
Just then, a golden basin appeared in front of Tang Mo'er. A voice laced with concern was heard. "Miss Tang, are you alright?"
Tang Mo'er looked up. It was Meng Che.
Meng Che was Meng Lu's son and the future High Priest. He was now looking at her with concern.
