Bai Xuanling had taken over Chu Xingchen's original spot by the window, the best seat in the room.

She lay lazily in the chair, her feet sticking out the window, tapping the table lightly as she hummed an unknown tune.

She seemed to be in a very good mood.

Chu Xingchen, who had been ousted from his spot, was also in a good mood. After all, he had sold the spot to Bai Xuanling for a hundred Spirit Stones.