Nian Shen's tone was extremely calm, giving no hint of emotion, yet it was enough to make everyone in the room break out in a cold sweat.
Someone quickly caught on and reprimanded her, "What kind of look is that? Hurry up and get out!"
The person who had gotten into trouble bowed slightly and hurriedly left.
Nian Shen's response was ambiguous. That phrase "my people" — exactly what did it mean? For the moment, no one could figure it out.
The group quietly observed Heather from all angles, but no one said anything. They politely motioned for her to take a seat and not just stand there.
As Yi Yang said, her appearance had no bearing on today's social interactions. The key was, she was someone brought along by Nian Shen. No one was going to question it too much.
And even if they misunderstood something, it wouldn't matter. Therefore, Heather said nothing, silently taking her seat off to the side.
