As the group of young men barged in, the waiter immediately turned around. "Students, what's all this about?" he asked, a look of surprise on his face. He could already sense the hostile air they brought with them.
Before the intruders could answer the waiter, the girl at the table—the one who had remarked that Qin Fan wouldn't miss the cost of a meal—abruptly shot to her feet. "Wei Yuxuan, what is the meaning of this?!" she shouted, her face flushed with anger.
Qin Fan and his friends were all taken aback. They know each other?
"If you have something to say, let's take it outside! Don't bother my friends!" the girl said again, moving as if to walk around the table.
"Du Ruanqing, getting a guilty conscience?" The leader of the group, Wei Yuxuan, stared at her with his hands in his pockets, his voice laced with pain. He was completely unmoved by her suggestion to talk outside.
