Seeing Xu Sanya again, Du Zhiwen hurriedly got up from his chair, "Sanya."
He walked over to her.
But Xu Sanya flicked her hand away, "Don't touch me."
"If you have something to say, say it here, in front of my folks," she said, ungraciously.
Xu Erhong stood aside, enjoying the spectacle, arms crossed, mouth twisting into an ever-greater smirk.
The old lady and Xu Wentian, however, remained silent.
Xu Niannian was hesitating, wondering if she should step away and let Xu Sanya and Du Zhiwen sort things out first.
But then she saw how many onlookers there were and suddenly thought that one more wouldn't make a difference.
Seeing her standing to one side, the old lady even called her over to sit beside her, looking at her with pity.
Xu Sanya looked indifferently at Du Zhiwen and walked to the dining table to sit down.
Du Zhiwen followed behind her.