Rong Huaishen: "Making trouble out of nothing."
Meng Fan raised her voice: "What did you say?"
Rong Huaishen couldn't be bothered to pay her any attention.
Meng Fan took the opportunity to change the subject, deliberately picking a fight with Rong Huaishen: "Give you another chance to speak up, do I really make trouble out of nothing?"
Rong Huaishen easily saw through Meng Fan's little tricks and played along: "Obviously."
Meng Fan choked on her own words: "Rong Huaishen!"
Rong Huaishen: "Your hearing is fine; no need to yell that loudly."
Wen Zhi watched in bewilderment from across the table, knowing that Meng Fan and Rong Huaishen didn't get along well, but she didn't expect they could start arguing anywhere, anytime.
She picked up the cup of warm water, took a silent sip, trying to minimize her presence as much as possible.
And at that moment, the chair beside her was pulled out, and someone sat down.
