The clouds and mists have dispersed, and everyone knows that I love you.

Led by several attendants in uniform, everyone entered the floating reception room one by one.

The order is: main position at the top, deputy position at the bottom, high position at the second, and general position at the third.

Yan Yuncheng invited Huo Yan and Feng Qingning to sit with him at the square rosewood table inlaid with gold and jade on the steps.

To the lower right of Feng Qingning was Shi Rong, who was sitting alone in the hollow of the steps, in the deputy seat.

There was no one behind him, only four close followers accompanying him.

Opposite them were Huo Jiuzhou and his wife, and to Huo Jiuzhou's left were Shi Yang and Shi Yong, who were sitting one in front of the other.

Chu Yu and his two companions led their parents to sit in three high seats under the steps on Shi Yang's left.

Opposite them were Shen Xiaji and his two companions from the Ying family, as well as the second and sixth branches of the Huo family.

Song Qianchen saw that the Yan family's seating arrangement seemed different from that of other families, and he couldn't help but feel confused.

"Jiashan, why does the seating arrangement in the reception room for the Yan family banquet look so awkward?

Shouldn't Shi Yang be sitting with Shi Rong? Why are they separated?"

Doesn't that mean there's no one to help take care of his baby?

"Look at our baby sitting there alone, how pitiful! There's not even anyone sitting at the tea table behind him..."

"Ugh…"

Xing Jiashan also sighed in sympathy.

“Yes, every time I go out to a banquet, it’s always lively with a family of three gathered together.

Only the baby is always alone, sitting there alone."

Forcing himself to soothe the dull pain in his chest, Xing Jiashan continued.

"Because the Yan family arranged the seating in the reception room in the format of men on the left and women on the right, they did not rank them according to the family names.

What's more, now that Shi Yang has returned to the Shi family, if he still sits at the same table with Shi Rong, doesn't it mean that the relationship between them is just a simple brother and sister?

Do you think Shi Yang is willing?"

That's right too.

Song Qianchen nodded woodenly.

As if he had discovered something, the man stroked his angular jaw with his long fingers.

He stared at the two tall beauties behind Shi Rong, whom he had never met before, with great interest.

They all have the same style, vertical princess-cut middle-parted bangs, the length of which is level with the corners of their mouths.

The remaining black hair was tied behind her head into a simple and fresh high ponytail.

In addition, the two women have a beautiful oval face with facial features that are more than 95% similar.

Her eyebrows are lightly drawn, her eyes are charming, her nose is as white as jade, and her lips are light and graceful.

She wore an old-fashioned pure Korean makeup, a pure black slim-fit suit, and 5cm round-toe thick-heeled shoes.

Whether it's her looks, temperament or figure, she's impeccable. The only flaw is her waist is a bit thick...

It is far from being as slender as the waist and hair of the Chu people.

"Hey? Are those two beauties behind the baby new? Why do they look so similar? They're like sisters."

When Xing Jiashan heard Song Qianchen's statement that lust had blinded his mind, his eyelids rolled back.

"What newcomers? They are the famous Ya Shi and Ya Song, 27 years old, 171cm tall and weigh 102kg.

They are indeed a pair, twin orphans of Chinese and Portuguese descent, who lost their parents at a young age and were later favored by the old man of the Ying family.

He is brought with him personally and is a special follower trained by Shi Rong. His status is higher than that of the team leaders Miao Man and Lan Chuan.

The reason is that the skills they are good at are no less than those of a real rich girl.

He can take charge of all matters of the group on behalf of his master, and can also keep the entire Ying family mansion in order.

With high education, good looks and high IQ, he is one of the best in the follower world.

If a fight really breaks out, even Huo Zun and Huo Xun together might not be their match."

When Song Qianchen heard this, he was suddenly shocked.

"So awesome?"

Xing Jiashan nodded.

"Of course, you don't even look at who he's following.

Haven't you noticed that since they showed up, even Miao Man and Lan Chuan, who are always well-educated.

Are we all inferior to others and ranked behind them?"

Having said this, Xing Jiashan raised the jade-like fingertips on his palm and respectfully extended them in the direction of Feng Qingning.

"It's just like the principle that the strong always occupy the highest positions, while those of us who are less skilled than them can only stay at the bottom."

Song Qianchen was stunned.

"Really? Now even the followers are divided into different levels?"

Xing Jiashan was speechless.

"What else? Let's not talk about the distant past, let's just talk about the group of pretty maids in your house.

Why do they each have their own duties? Isn't it because their status and rank are not on the same level? "

Oh, right, right...

Song Qianchen realized it belatedly and almost cried because of his own stupidity.

Xing Jiashan picked up the tea in the embossed glazed jade cup at hand and took a sip.

"And Qianchen, I'm warning you.

It is best not to stare at the people around the baby or try to hit on them.

Otherwise, if she finds out and gets angry, how will you catch up with her in such a big waterfront living room? "

Upon hearing this, Song Qianchen quickly withdrew his eager gaze.

"That's too hasty... I won't watch anymore. Damn, these mediocre girls are not even half as pretty as my baby."

Xing Jiashan couldn't help but twitch his speechless mouth.

"Then why are you still looking at it for so long?"

Silly...

Tsk!

Song Qianchen's handsome face flushed, and he began to mumble and quibble.

"Then I haven't seen this before?"

Shi Rong smiled calmly.

Even though she was not too close to them at the moment.

But she still listened to every word of the conversation between the two men.

I haven’t seen it yet... Those two eyes are so wide open that they seem to be sticking to people.

As the attendants sat down at the last seat, Yan Tingshen, who was in charge of the banquet process, waved his hand.

Two teams of maids dressed in white cheongsams with blue and white patterns, each carrying two plates of carefully prepared delicacies, placed them respectfully on the table.

“The drinks prepared for today’s banquet are all based on the tastes of the distinguished guests.

I hope you all enjoy your drinks and have a great time.”

Shi Rong raised her eyebrows. Her table contained 15 exquisitely decorated home-cooked dishes. Were they sure to suit everyone's taste?

Until he accidentally caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye and saw that the tables of Huo Jiuzhou and Shi Yang sitting opposite him were mostly filled with Western dishes.

She got it.

It turns out the Yan family prepared different food and drinks for everyone...

You know what, Yanyun City is quite thoughtful.

"Young Master, please wash your hands."

Although Ya Shi and Ya Song did not serve Shi Rong all year round, they never forgot the procedures for taking care of a young woman.

So they knelt on either side of Shi Rong, one bringing water and the other handing over a towel.

Shi Rong: ...

What era is it now? She still kneels down at every turn. What do these two people think of her?

The Empress Dowager?

After simply washing and drying his hands, Shi Xian rubbed his aching temples.

"Next time you do something like this, just stand."

Ya Shi and Ya Song were both stunned.

"My subordinates dare not."

Shi Rong tilted his head, realizing that they had been influenced by their grandfather for too long and had been deeply poisoned by his old-fashioned concept of superiors and inferiors.