Chuzheng looked up, her face expressionless as she refused, "I won't share a table."
"Brother Qin is giving you face..."
Qin Feng stopped Ah Huang.
"Student Xu, you'd better think it through." After being repeatedly refused, Qin Feng was starting to get annoyed.
He had grown up without anyone ever daring to refuse him like this.
"And?"
Qin Feng raised an eyebrow, "Buying this place would just take a minute."
He left the rest unsaid.
But the implication was clear: soon you're going to be embarrassed.
Chuzheng: "???"
It's just sharing a table—why escalate to buying the restaurant?
What's with Qin Feng's brain... how is it wired?
Could it be that guys with many girlfriends have differently wired brains?
Ah Huang was showing off next to Qin Feng as if Qin Feng offering to share the table was a sign of respect for them.
Chuzheng leaned back slightly, her arms folded across her chest, exuding the aura of a boss, "How much do you plan to offer?"