Annoying Ke Longxiang was merely a trivial effort.
Seeing Li Qinghe bowing to him, Xu Fan put away his phone and walked over to her table.
"Yo! Ke Longxiang, you're here too?"
Ke Longxiang was pondering how to continue chatting with Li Qinghe when a familiar voice suddenly sounded from behind him, causing him to frown and look back.
"How did you get here?"
The person approaching, evidently Xu Fan, darkened Ke Longxiang's expression instantly.
Today he hadn't brought anyone with him, and though he felt a surge of hatred toward Xu Fan, he made no move.
"Yo? Shrimp, eh? Ke Longxiang, eating well, I see."
Xu Fan now approached Ke Longxiang's table and, acting as if he belonged, picked up a shrimp and tossed it into his mouth.
"Last time I made you pay at the bar, and now here I am crashing your meal again, really sorry about that."
Xu Fan then wiped his greasy hands on Ke Longxiang's white suit, pulled over a stool, and outright joined the two.
"..."
