The sound of tables and chairs constantly echoed within the cafeteria.
The girls gathered around the table, led by Cui Ronglian, could only stand and use their chopsticks to pick up the lavish dishes on the table.
Behind them was a group of leaders with bloated bellies, clueless, unaware that this feast of contention had already begun.
When all the students left, only empty bowls and plates remained on the once lavish table.
"Come, sit down and eat!"
Zhao Chuanchun sat back at the main table with a cold look, glanced at the empty spot on his left where Lin Fan had long disappeared. Clearly, as an outsider, he had no intention of participating in this meal.
"The real show is about to begin!"
At this moment, Lin Fan sat in a corner room of the restaurant, watching through the door crack at the panicked crowd in the distance. Meanwhile, Cui Ronglian aimed her snow-white bottom at the Iron Pestle, slowly sitting down.
"Is this... really okay?"
