Yang Xiaojing kept her mouth shut and stared at the floor. She bowed her head in a sort of defeat and made herself as small as possible.
Yang Feng placed a warm hand onto Zhao Lifei's lower back. He did not need words to intimidate insignificant things like Yang Xiaojing. Her meager shares in the company and a brief mention in Yang Mujian's will was enough to provide her social standing in the family.
Zhao Lifei saw there was only one empty chair at the table, reserved solely for Yang Feng. She found this indirect insult very amusing. She stared straight at Yang Qianlu who took a leisurely sip of his tea. He was engaged in a conversation with Yang Yulong. It seemed the only person who heard the smack-talking was Yang Ruqin and Zhao Lifei.
