Xiao Fengchai was a strong-minded and independent woman, but she knew when to speak and when to keep her mouth shut and watch on from the side.
Now, for example, although Meng Mingshu was making a scene like a child, he was nonetheless still talking to another man, so she would not easily interrupt him. As she sat quietly beside Meng Mingshu, Xiao Fengchai occasionally winked at him as a reminder, but she spent most of the time sipping at the bitter tea with her head lowered, trying to feel out the messenger of the Dragon King just based on the tone of his voice.