Everyone had left, leaving only Bai Zhiqing, Lin Qianru, and Lu Tianxing in the hall. The atmosphere became somewhat tense, and none of the three spoke first.
Lin Qianru sat on the sofa, cautiously glancing at Lu Tianxing. She wasn't foolish; even though Bai Zhiqing verbally accepted her, she was undoubtedly very resistant to her deep down. One wouldn't even need to guess to know that; if she were in Bai Zhiqing's place, she wouldn't be friendly either.
Bai Zhiqing sat on the sofa as well, her pretty face devoid of any emotion, making it impossible to tell what she was thinking deep down.
Lu Tianxing didn't speak either, instead focusing on the two women. He chuckled bitterly to himself; he knew it would be like this. Although Bai Zhiqing had verbally acknowledged Lin Qianru's identity, she was actually somewhat resistant to her deep down.
