Song Ling's gaze towards Su Ting was filled with hostility, his heart ablaze with fury.
Gu Dai posed a challenge, "Even if Su Ting really causes the project to incur losses, what of it?"
Song Ling slammed his hand on the table with such force that it collapsed with a loud crash, drawing the attention of everyone around.
He stood up and then sat down next to Gu Dai. "My table is broken, and all the other seats are taken. Let's share a table."
Gu Dai looked displeased.
Su Ting chuckled softly and offered, "Daidai, sit next to me."
He changed seats to face Song Ling. "President Song, we certainly don't mind. After all, you wouldn't leave even if we asked, and we've already ordered our food. It'd be a waste not to eat."
As the waiter served the dishes and saw the broken table, he paused in surprise.
Sheng Xin laughed. "We accidentally broke it. We'll compensate for the damage later. Please serve our dishes at the table next to us."
