"Fuck you… you're courting death!"
At this, Wang Cheng slapped the table fiercely, instantly shattering it into pieces.
"Stop!"
Jing Yesi issued a warning.
It was then that Wang Cheng ceased, though her face still registered discontent, "Yesi, that brat dares to insult you! I can't stand it!"
Jing Yesi simply shook her head gently; she first glanced at the elder beside her.
Understanding her cue, the elder took out a small stack of hundred yuan bills from his robe and handed them to the waitress, who stood there petrified.
"Here's several thousand, enough to compensate for your table."
The elder stuffed the money into the hands of the waitress.
"Did you say you're my fiancé?" Jing Yesi asked calmly.
"You first tell me whether or not that's you in the photo; if it is, then yes."
Feng Lin held up the photo in his hand.
"Indeed, it is me." Jing Yesi nodded.
"Then it's settled. If you're unaware, you can call your elders to ask."
