Yang Ruxin blinked her eyes, momentarily unsure of how to react.
Yu Qingge had her mouth open for ages, unable to close it, let alone Wei Yao.
"Madam." Du Juan, however, was calm. She had seen many masters, so there was nothing to be surprised about. But looking at the few dazed women, she couldn't help but remind them, "Shouldn't we also be having lunch?" It's already midday, and after waiting for so long, they hadn't had lunch yet, and she was hungry.
Yang Ruxin snapped back to reality, glanced around, and then nodded, calmly stood up: "Let's go, let the kitchen set up the meal, we're going to eat." Damn, that old man was too cocky, even taking the table with him. That was a huanghuali wood table, if it gets damaged, he'll have to compensate for it later.
Yu Qingge and Wei Yao also came to their senses, hurriedly got up and followed Yang Ruxin to the front hall, as there was no table left in the flower hall, making dining impossible.
