The entire private room was quiet as a grave, with the exception of Wei Jingjing and Little Tang, even Song Fengzhi and Bo Yan's driver dared not utter a word.
Although Bo Yan poured and drank his own wine leisurely, seemingly at ease, and Qin Baizhou casually chatted with Xia Siyu, presenting an aura of peace, everyone could sense the undercurrents about to erupt at any moment, as if someone was about to flip the table and start a brawl.
The atmosphere was tense, ready to ignite. If Shang Feifei or Xia Sicai, those Tai Chi masters adept at subtle influence, were there, they might have been able to smooth over the situation. If Li Yiru was present, she would have humbled herself to soothe everyone.
In fact, Xia Siyu really held her own.
Not only did she hold her own, she did it with ease, showing no signs of avoidance. Now and then she'd ask Qin Baizhou to pass the dishes, then Bo Yan for a tissue.