"If you're not leaving, then eat here!" Zhang Zhaoyuan plopped down on a chair, his cold gaze fixed on Bai Xiao's table.
Why should he leave? He hadn't done anything wrong. The one in the wrong was right in front of him—this woman.
The seven guys exchanged awkward glances.
They had been hoping to avoid a confrontation, but fate seemed to think otherwise.
The table lit up with laughter as plates of grilled lamb skewers and glasses of baijiu arrived. The boys made an effort to lighten the mood.
It seemed the atmosphere had significantly improved. Zhang Zhaoyuan no longer stared at Bai Xiao.
He Weng glanced at the group of guys. It was obvious that they were from the former Medical College, and it was equally clear they knew Bai Xiao. One particular guy's gaze exuded outright hostility.
Hostility?
"Bai Xiao, did you get yourself into some kind of trouble at school, attracting unwanted admirers?"
It looked like someone had decided he was Bai Xiao's rival in love.
