The waiter wasn't wrong, Feng Jing was beautiful, charismatic, and charming, but no matter what, she was slightly older than Feng Jun and the young greeter.
Especially when the three of them stood together, there was no doubt she looked the more mature one.
"That's debatable," the old lady sneered, "She's older, but who knows, maybe she's more coquettish."
"I might be coquettish, but not as much as your son," Feng Jing couldn't hold back any longer, replying with a darkened face.
The young greeter watched the gossip unfold with great excitement, forgetting that she had previously threatened to leave the establishment.
The old lady raised her voice again, "Then tell me, what else could you be doing out in the middle of the night if not having a secret rendezvous with some man?"
Just then, Feng Jun spoke up, "We invited Teacher Mei out to talk about signing up for classes."
"Classes?" The old lady turned sharply, glaring at Feng Jun fiercely, "What classes?"
