The three of them stood quietly at the doorway, facing Jiang Ziling in a subtly confrontational manner, with a faint trace of awkwardness permeating the air.
Jiang Ziling's eyes were deep and profound. His usual reticence was magnified at that moment, as though even the air had been solidified by his silence.
He knew that their presence was due to Ah Yu's enthusiastic invitation, so he courteously poured some clear tea for the guests and softly informed them that Su Yu was not yet back.
Beyond these simple pleasantries, he didn't utter another word. His restraint and composure commanded involuntary respect.
Xie Qifen and Meng Yuanyou, although neighbors from the same village, were busy with their day-to-day lives and did not often cross paths, so their relationship was not particularly close.
At the moment, they sat with their hands nervously intertwined, occasionally exchanging unnatural glances. Clearly, this sudden gathering made them somewhat uncomfortable.