Sheng Youxia stretched her leg out and stepped on the man's instep.
They were all reputable people. Couldn't they hold back their words a bit?
Tang Hui let out a furious laugh.
Fu Shilv picked up the napkin next to Sheng Youxia and laid it on her lap, "If I hadn't come tonight, would you have sat with Wen Zaiyi?"
Tang Hui misheard "sat" as "slept".
She lowered her voice, fearing other people's attention, but her anger was already uncontrollable.
"Fu Shilv, your thoughts are so dirty. Xiaxia isn't you; you and Liang Nianwei were the ones who slept together at the hotel that day!"
If she had a microphone in her hand right now, she would definitely thrust it toward his mouth.
Interviewing him about how it feels to eat dry-fried green beans at the airport.
Sheng Youxia knew Tang Hui had misunderstood. She quickly picked up her chopsticks and served her some vegetables.
"Fu Shilv, do I have to report to you whoever I sit with at a table? That's unnecessary, isn't it?"