Xiao Luo and Zhang Dashan were enjoying their meal and having a grand old time. Between bites of food, they talked, laughed, and traded vulgar jokes like two old veterans. The scene looked so harmonious. But in Huang Ruoran's view, Xiao Luo was making fun of her. That was exactly how some paranoid people felt whenever they heard people whispering or laughing behind their back--they assumed they were the subject of gossip.
"When Xiao Luo goes back, he'll blab to everyone that I work here as a waitress," Huang Ruoran muttered to herself under her breath.
She nervously knitted her brows together. She had a strong personality and didn't want anyone to see her side as a waitress, bending and groveling to the customers. But fate was not on her side, and she just had to run into Xiao Luo tonight. By Monday, her secret would be out, and she worried about losing all her hard-earned respect as the class monitor.
