Han Ruochen glanced at the man with a strange look in her eyes. She wondered why the man had suddenly thought of coming over and sitting next to her. There were so many seats that were empty with no one sitting in them, so why was the man only sitting in the chair that was next to her?
As if sensing what was going on in Han Ruochen's mind, Zhai Muchen turned to look at her and sternly said, "I am just trying to avoid unnecessary speculations on the part of the villagers. I hope that I am not disturbing you by my presence. Or am I?"
"No, there is no such thing." Han Ruochen stiffened. Her spine was going all rigid as if she had made some big mistake. She shook her head and refused at once. The banquet did not have any set seating arrangements; if Zhai Muchen wanted to sit next to her, then he could do that without asking. Why was she acting so stubborn and suspicious? Could she be thinking that such a fine man might have fallen in love with her? As if!
