Zhao Youlin ignored the strange stares from her surroundings. She gave a swift glance at Su Qing, whose eyes were sparkling and sat beside Mu Tingfeng. No one knew since when she had changed her seat. Zhao Youlin thought to herself, 'Just as I expected, this guy actually brought his mistress here. Great! That's great!'
The two of them walked over to Mu Tingfeng's table. Zhao Youlin took the lead. She opened her mouth, and smiled as she asked, "Can we sit here?"
"Sure, of course. Please take your seat." Su Qing chattered and threw the magazine used to cover her face on the table.
Despite putting a gentle smile on her face, Su Qing's heart was gloating from the very bottom. She thought to herself, "Tsk tsk tsk! A proclamation of war, huh?! You're a tough one, my cousin-in-law!'
