Being stared at by Yun Bixue, Shen Zhengyao didn't know if he should sit or stand. He stood stiffly on the spot for a period of time.
Yun Bixue shrugged her shoulders at Xie Limo and said, "Mr. Xie, it seems like he won't be accepting your graciousness and chooses not to sit. Sigh, I guess he's more accustomed to sitting on the luxurious seats of the Shen family and not on an icy cold chair."
Yun Bixue put on a sighing face, and her words seemed to hint at something else. How could Shen Zhengyao not catch on? He planted himself on the chair. As a result of exerting too much force, he almost fell over the back of the seat.
Xie Limo watched Shen Zhengyao's expressions and asked coolly, "Mr Shen, what brings you here?"
Shen Zhengyao glanced at Yun Bixue, about to speak yet stopped himself.
