Wen Xinya and Old Mr. Wen sent the guests off. As they knew that the hosts of the banquet had family matters to attend to, everyone didn't delay them. People gasped and lamented about this incident in the Wen Family with a tinge of curiosity, so everyone was slightly disappointed.
Very quickly, the guests of the banquet left one after another.
Within the huge manor, only the Wen Family and Xia Ruya remained.
The burning glamor of the living room glimmered coldly. The atmosphere was extremely solemn—like water droplets gathering on the roof which would pierce through stone once it reached a certain volume.
Ning Shuqian sat on the chair dejectedly as she felt the splendor on her head burn her entire body like she was being baked by the sun, each of its rays cutting through her skin like sharp knives, bringing her immense pain.