Xiao Huan stood there hesitating, head bowed, gripping her dress's hem, her eyes slightly red. Ning Wei held her chopsticks tightly, desperately wanting to stand up.
"Miss, come over here."
"There's a spot over here, come sit here."
Ye Tian raised his hand, pointing to a few empty seats beside him, and shouted loudly.
"Yes, we have plenty of spaces here, come over!"
Seeing Ye Tian raise his hand, Xu Que instantly shouted to Xiao Huan, waving a chicken leg in his hand.
There were already seven or eight people sitting at Ye Tian and Xu Que's table, three or four young people, three or four middle-aged men. The table was meant to seat at least fifteen people, leaving six or seven seats still empty.
"Aren't these the two who used fake passes to sneak through this morning?"
"Didn't expect they actually dare to come, interesting."
Xie Yun glanced in Ye Tian's direction and softly said to Du Yong.
"Young Master Xie, didn't...you ask me to invite them?"
