Zhao Xier said, "Nothing much. I just feel that you're too loud. It's affecting my mood when I eat."
Song Dazhuang was speechless. He believed her because they were in the cafeteria.
Zhao Xier looked at Song Dazhuang's choked expression and glanced at Xiao Mohan from the corner of her eyes. He was looking down and tidying his clothes, so he did not notice Zhao Xier's gaze.
Song Dazhuang knew he could not teach Xiao Mohan a lesson that day. He was afraid that if he stayed here, he would have a conflict with Zhao Xier. His face darkened, and he locked his gaze on Xiao Mohan. "You are lucky today. Don't blame me for being rude if I see you getting so close to Qin Nuan again!" Then he got ready to leave in a huff.
"Wait," Zhao Xier said.
"Zhao Xier, what else do you want?" Song Dazhuang gritted his teeth.
Zhao Xier pointed at the spilled food on the ground, her face emotionless. "Please leave after you have bought another meal. Two servings."
