As she spoke, Su Qingci gave Zhou Xingyue and the Lan sisters a serious bow. "I'm sorry, sisters. I really am from a small place. Don't worry, I won't eat or drink your food, and I won't steal your men!"

"You can keep an eye on me anytime. I know everyone is having a tough time right now."

"By the way, those are your men. I'll stay away from them. Please don't scold me, don't hit me, and don't blame my cousin."

Su Qingci looked pitiful and spoke very quickly, so Lan Hua tried to interrupt several times but couldn't get a chance.

As soon as he finished speaking, many people around him looked at Lan Chengyong differently.

"What?! 'Guests are guests,' isn't that bullying us?"

“You know the Lan sisters, they’ve always been like this, only bullying girls from out of town. If it were me, she’d try it.”

"Exactly. They can afford such a banquet, yet they worry about people eating a few pastries or drinking a couple of drinks from their restaurant. It's like they can't afford to eat anything at all."

A woman with her niece shouted, "Ling'er, quickly put those pastries back. This girl is right. Everyone's life is tough. Be tactful and stay away from the men here. They might be men that other women have their eyes on. As guests, we need to be discerning. No wonder you always manage to offend people unintentionally before. So that's why."

After speaking, she glanced sideways at Lan Chengyong's wife, Hu Lirong. She and Hu Lirong didn't get along. Her son and daughter-in-law were working in another city, and her niece had been by her side for the past two years. She had to attend this banquet because of her husband, but her niece was always being ostracized and bullied by the Lan sisters. She had been holding a grudge for a long time.