In the VIP lounge, Tian Lingyun went in and found an inconspicuous corner to sit down. She didn't take off her sunglasses and baseball cap and leaned back on the sofa to rest her eyes.
Her stomach still felt uncomfortable, and she wanted to lie down.
The assistant brought a glass of warm water and noticed her furrowed eyebrows, she seemed quite uncomfortable. She asked, "Sister Tian, are you feeling any better?"
Tian Lingyun pressed her stomach, feeling awful. She shook her head, not wanting to talk. The assistant, however, was good at reading the room and said, "See, you clearly can't handle greasy food, yet you fought with me over the pork knuckle. Now you're suffering the consequences."
Tian Lingyun opened her eyes and pulled her sunglasses down a bit, exposing her eyes. She grumbled with a smile, "Alright, stop talking about nonsense and let me have a few quiet minutes."
Assistant: "..."
