His voice was neither too loud nor too soft.

This was just enough for Xie Huaiye and his group at the table to hear clearly.

The surrounding tables immediately quieted down.

His gaze drifted over, almost imperceptibly.

Sun Wuji stopped, his mouth stuffed with candied fruit, and his eyes widened.

Yan Ning's face darkened.

Xie Huaiye paused slightly in the teacup he was holding.

His eyes instantly turned cold.

"Oh."

Yan Ning raised his head, his gaze sharp, and said calmly:

"I thought someone hadn't closed their cage properly and let this canary out, making its own chirping here."

She paused, admiring the other person's face that flushed instantly. "The feathers are quite bright, but unfortunately, the sound... is really awful, it's so noisy and annoying."

The young master snapped his fan shut, his face turning from red to pale.

"You! Who are you calling a canary? What kind of country bumpkin dares to be so insolent in front of me!"

"presumptuous?"

Yan Ning scoffed, her eyes filled with even more contempt. "When it comes to being presumptuous, who can compare to you?"

"The fruits and snacks that the host has carefully prepared, if a guest takes a bite, will he become the reincarnation of a hungry ghost as you describe?"

"Master Ye is a man of wide connections and a magnanimous heart. How come in your mouth he is someone who doesn't know how to judge people?"

She leaned forward slightly, her voice suddenly turning cold, each word like a knife:

"I'd like to ask, whose son are you? Have you forgotten all manners and upbringing? Or perhaps..."

"The food on your table was actually worse than pig trough food, which is why you're so...jealous and furious?"

"You! You're spouting nonsense!"

The young master was so angry that he trembled all over. He suddenly stood up, pointed at Yan Ning, and was about to explode.