Knowing it was improper, the more the stalemate persisted, the more imperative it was to maintain composure, for only then might there be a chance to turn the tables in one fell swoop.
Yet she still couldn't hold back, and abruptly walked straight to the table, looking at Cheng Weiyue with candid eyes.
Zhou Jingwei's lazy and frosty eyes skimmed over, carrying a tinge of danger.
His fingertips tapped the table, and he spoke again, his voice several degrees colder, "Didn't you hear what I said?"
"Mr. Zhou, I'm sorry, I will take Miss Qiao and leave immediately," the manager said, already sweating, hastening forward, and urging, "Miss Qiao, you... you better leave with me..."
Qiao Jingxue's gaze swept over the three people at the table one by one.
The smile on Cheng Weiyue's face had long disappeared; she looked at her calmly.
Yet, the more Weiyue appeared effortlessly serene, the more it infuriated Qiao Jingxue.
