At a nearby dining table, Xiang Yongming poked his head out and waved at her rather ostentatiously.
His shout drew everyone's attention, and one by one, their gazes fell upon Mo Shangjun.
There were those who looked away, those who felt guilty, those who were sentimental, those who were unwilling, those who hesitated...
After a moment's consideration, Mo Shangjun walked toward Xiang Yongming with her meal tray in hand.
In that time, Xiang Yongming had already made room for her to sit down.
As Mo Shangjun approached, she ignored the spot he had cleared for her.
"What, caused some trouble?" she asked with a cool stare, her eyebrows arched in distrust.
"No, no," Xiang Yongming hurriedly replied, his words heavy with insinuation, "I just, you know, didn't see you for a day and was worried you'd do something rash over our bet... wouldn't that be embarrassing?"
Mo Shangjun laughed, "You think giving me a seat will make me feel less embarrassed?"
