The dining hall at the Sang Family was ridiculously huge. It was a really, really, really long rectangular table, placed so that the long side of the table faced north and south. The old man sat at the master’s seat on the eastern end of the table, while Sang Qi’s father sat on the main seat on the western end. The table was so long that I suspected that the two of them probably can’t see each other’s face clearly.
I motioned Gu Yuu to come over and sit at my side. On the table, I saw Mrs. Sang taking the least significant spot, barely a tiny corner on the table.
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