Looking at how confident and narcissistic Wei Wucai was, she would probably be angered again by something that Wei Wucai said.
She would be torturing herself if she found something to be angry at out of nowhere.
So Yan Zhiqing kept quiet firmly.
The conversation between the two was interrupted.
No matter what the two were talking about, at least to others, it seemed like they were having a good conversation.
They whispered to each other as if they were talking about a secret that belonged only to the two of them.
Wu Mosen was sitting on the main guest's seat.
Yan Zhiqing and the others had come late. Furthermore, among those who were seated, Yan Zhiqing was considered to have the lowest seniority.
Although there were other side characters at the table, they were people who had been in the industry for many years.
There were some who had lower seniority, but they came earlier.
