Just as Jiang Qing was about to sit down, the chair beneath him suddenly flew out with a swoosh.
Jiang Qing was stunned and looked at Xin Lin.
Xin Lin was also taken aback and glanced at Mu Chen beside her.
Mu Chen, with a leisurely demeanor, sipped his tea without even glancing at Jiang Qing.
What's this guy up to?
But Xin Lin had just clearly felt a sweep of spiritual power.
Fortunately, Jiang Qing had a good temper and was accustomed to such situations. He chuckled awkwardly as his men hastily brought another chair.
Crack—
Before the chair could be properly set, all four legs snapped.
This time, Ye Lingyue saw it clearly.
Mu Chen's fingers moved slightly under his sleeve.
"Mu San, you're not welcome here. Please move to another table."
Xin Lin stood up abruptly.
Her voice was clear and pleasant, like jade beads falling to the ground.
He sat uninvited when she didn't let him sit.
She invited someone, but this guy turned around to drive people away.
