The girl was beautiful, and proud. Her gaze swept across Pang Feng's face without any pause, finally settling on Yang Qiong.
Yang Qiong stuck out her tongue and made a face at Pang Feng, saying, "Mr. Duan, we were just chatting, that's not too noisy, right?"
"Hmph!" The girl snorted. "Don't be so naive all the time; being more vigilant when you're out and about is good for you, got it?"
After the girl finished speaking, her gaze intentionally or unintentionally swept across Pang Feng's face, with a clearly hostile expression.
Once she had sat back down, Yang Qiong leaned over and whispered to Pang Feng, "Sorry about that, our boss Mr. Duan might seem ill-tempered, but she's actually warm on the inside, a really nice person."
Pang Feng smiled and nodded in understanding. Yang Qiong smiled and said,
"No worries, we'll just speak a little softer and it'll be fine. Mr. Duan has been in a bad mood these past few days; don't mind her, let's continue eating!"