Hao Hu hung his head and, despite harboring resentment, he endured it silently and quietly found another chair to sit on.
"Admiral Lu, now that the issue is resolved, why don't we sit down and talk?" Shen Du clasped his hands on the snake-headed cane, squeezing out an awkward smile as the sagging wrinkles on his face slightly lifted.
Mo Yan and the others dragged their chairs to the table and sat down. Chu Mengyao occasionally cast a pitiful look at Su Mo, prompting Su Mo to roll her eyes frequently; she really wanted to stuff all the Biluochun Tea from her System Bag into this woman's mouth.
A group of people quietly waited around a table of ruined food for the person at the head of the table to speak.
"Clear it away and let Su Niang bring up a new batch," Shen Du ordered, tapping the table with his cane, his expression displeased.
Li Qian, upon receiving the order, went out to summon help.