"…" Yan Zhiqing froze. She still had to take care of her image. She swung her hand and sat down. "Hmph!"
Although Shi Xiaoya followed Han Zhuoling back to the men's main table, her attention was still on Wei Wucai's table.
She did not know what Wei Wucai and Yan Zhiqing were fighting about, but it looked lively.
Han Zhuoling had just picked up some crab meat and placed it on Shi Xiaoya's plate when he saw Shi Xiaoya turning her head and looking at Wei Wucai's table while drinking her orange juice. He said in frustration, "Why do you keep looking at them? Does the food taste bad or do I look bad?"
"Pft!"
Shi Xiaoya did not expect him to say this so abruptly, and she almost spat out her orange juice.
But she could not spit out her orange juice.
So Shi Xiaoya immediately swallowed it.
Then, she choked. "Cough Cough! Cough Cough!"
