Xie Ning turned her head and saw Song Xue hurrying toward their table.
It had been several days since they'd last seen her, and Song Xue's face seemed even more gaunt and pale than before.
Song Zhaodi ran over after her, tugging at Song Xue's sleeve.
She had no idea what had gotten into Song Xue; there was a huge pile of bowls waiting for them to wash in the back kitchen.
How did she have the time to be over here chatting up Xie Ning and her friends?
In truth, they had only come out to clear dishes and wipe tables. But then Song Xue had suddenly untied her apron, a look of delighted surprise on her face as she ran toward Xie Ning's table.
Her intentions were all too obvious.
And asking, "What brings you here?"
Was she blind?
It was obvious they were all in the middle of a meal!
The previously harmonious atmosphere was instantly shattered by Song Xue, plunging the table into an awkward silence.
