Meng Fan took a trip to the restroom mid-way, and when she returned passing by the door next door, she glanced up and immediately gave a cold look.
After coming back, Meng Fan saw that Wen Zhi was eating happily, grabbed her arm excitedly: "Stop eating, we're about to be robbed!"
Startled by Meng Fan's grab, Wen Zhi almost dropped her chopsticks, she looked up in confusion: "What? A thief?"
The people around the dining table turned their heads upon hearing this, all curious.
Meng Fan let go of her hand, sat down next to Wen Zhi, then leaned in to whisper: "Xie Weiyue pulled a surprise move, just as she said she's finished eating, heh, who would have thought she would turn around and go next door, and even sat next to Uncle."
Wen Zhi tensed up.
But in the next second, she immediately convinced herself to relax and said calmly, "So she went, it's nothing."
Meng Fan was stunned: "How can it be nothing? She's sitting with Uncle already."
