No enemy will fight till they meet; this phrase couldn't have been more apt for Murong Fei's mood at the moment.
Just as she worried about Qin Tian being ridiculed, the last person she wanted to see immediately appeared.
"Ms. Fei, Mr. Tian, good evening,"
Wang Zifu greeted Murong Fei and Qin Tian with a fake smile.
Murong Fei was already furious and did not reply.
Qin Tian was enjoying his meal and was even less inclined to respond.
"Xinyu, our seats are over there," Wang Zifu spotted his name tag on the table and said, "At table eight."
Zhang Xinyu smiled and said, "Table eight, it's a bit at the back, but still better than those at table ten."
As she spoke, Zhang Xinyu's gaze fixed on the name tags of Murong Fei and Qin Tian at table ten, her cold and derisive laugh filled with scorn and mockery.
"Zhang Xinyu, don't overstep, speaking in roundabout ways!"
Murong Fei couldn't contain herself any longer, frowned at Zhang Xinyu, and her displeasure was evident on her face.