Guessed his thoughts_3

Meng Fan, who was sitting beside Wen Zhi, nudged Wen Zhi with his elbow and asked in a low voice, "Do you still remember her?"

Wen Zhi knew who she was, but couldn't remember the face, and whispered back softly, "I don't remember."

Meng Fan said, "She's Xie Weiyue, your uncle's bosom friend."

Wen Zhi pursed her lips tightly and said nothing.

The two of them were sitting close enough to talk in lowered voices without being overheard by others.

But when Meng Fan spoke again, he didn't bother to lower his voice, "Zhizhi, your uncle said he'd take you to another table earlier, why didn't you go?"

This volume meant that everyone at the dinner table could hear it.

Xie Weiyue looked over, and so did Han Yu who said first, "Aren't all the younger ones here?"

Meng Fan shot back at Han Yu, "Our Zhizhi is no younger one."

Han Yu put down his chopsticks to retort, "Since your uncle isn't married to her, she's still one of the younger ones, don't you understand?"

Meng Fan was annoyed.