"Call something else, give them face!"
Lu Jing shook the corner of his lips and pinched someone's arm several times under the table.
The pinched person gasped and finally had to beg for mercy,
"Alright, alright, I was wrong, is it okay if I stop talking?"
Those close by could naturally hear such commotion.
"What's wrong?"
Lu Jing quickly waved his hand,
"Nothing."
It was a classic case of deceiving oneself.
However, everyone could tell that the couple was subtly showing off their affection, so naturally, no one would say much or be so tactless as to expose them.
The atmosphere in the private room was overall quite nice, and after chatting a bit more, everyone became more acquainted.
Moreover, those who hung out with Jiang Ye were of course adept at reading situations and arguing eloquently, weren't they?
Even, if they felt like it, they could indeed coax sparrows down from the sky.
Jiang Ye kept holding his wife's hand, pinching here and there.
