Wu Bai Hee could feel the tension in the room before she even got there, but it didn't bother her.
"Hello," she murmured softly, remembering to look down at the ground while she spoke, only raising her eyes every so often. She clasped her hands over her stomach, one over the other, her thumbs interlocked.
It had taken her a while of maintaining this pose in the mirror before she felt she had perfected it. And it had taken a lot of work to make sure that her limbs flowed gracefully as they should while keeping the perfect expression on her face.
Whether they knew it or not, men were easily susceptible to manipulation; a look or even the way a woman carried herself was known to reduce tension and calm down anger.
The effect of her presence in the living room was instantaneous. The man who was just yelling at Zhao Jun Jie took one look at her, and his shoulders dropped; his expression changed, and he took in a deep breath.
