Chen Ying's voice trembled with emotion as she looked at Xue Yang, her eyes red. She was already beautiful, and in this state, she possessed a certain fragile beauty. Making her cry felt like committing some unforgivable sin.
But Xue Yang's tone was calm, his expression unchanging. "Senior, I didn't."
"If you didn't, then come sit and read with me."
Just then, a man and a woman walked toward a nearby empty table, laughing and talking. As they were about to sit down, a tall, burly guy rushed out from nowhere and bellowed, "Someone's sitting here, can't you see?"
The man wanted to argue but was pulled back by the woman. They moved toward another empty spot, only for the burly guy to shout again, "Someone's sitting there, too! Hey, are you two blind? All these seats are taken. If you want a spot, come earlier yourself next time!"
