"No blame at all, no blame at all—how could we ever blame Miss Mooncaller?"
Brandon Nangong put on a flattering face. Ever since Mooncaller arrived at Starpicker Loft, she had never seen any guest privately—not even for ten thousand supreme spirit crystals.
But today, she had come to their private box on her own. What an honor! If word got out, it would be a huge boost to their reputation.
"That's right—Miss Mooncaller's arrival is a great honor for us. How could we ever blame you?" Jasper Easton added enthusiastically.
The other wastrel heirs couldn't help but crowd forward to show off their enthusiasm, except for Ian Song, who stayed seated—he knew Mooncaller was probably here for him.
After some polite small talk, Brandon and the others warmly invited Mooncaller to sit down, ordering the servants to clear away the old wine and bring out a fresh spread.
"This cup, I offer as a toast to all you young lords!"
Once the wine was set, Mooncaller raised her glass to the group.
"You're too kind, Miss Mooncaller!"
"Yes, please, Miss Mooncaller—cheers!"