How they turned and shot him murderous glances at the same time made Anthony move backwards.
"My little rice ball is innocent, don't drag him into this," she said and returned to her seat. Amos walked back to the table and sat in his previous position.
He furrowed an eyebrow when he saw Raymond and Derrick pull out a chair respectively.
"You both want to share the table with us?" He asked, frowning.
"Of course, yes or what did you think?" Derrick retorted. He lowered his head when he locked eyes with Joanna's fierce glares.
"We are acquaintances and luckily there are two empty seats on your table. Don't tell me you want to act petty by telling us to book another table…,"
"None of you look poor so what is the problem with that if you can afford it?" Amos refused to back down.
"Big Sis, they are arguing again," Anthony whispered into her ear.
