After a while, Zhou Qiang felt something was off.
He spoke into Wang Xiaoliang's ear again.
"Someone like that could turn up around Zijin. Aren't you worried at all? I told Lanxiang to keep her distance from them."
Wang Xiaoliang smiled and spoke into Zhou Qiang's ear.
"Zijin instinctively dislikes him. I even dislike Chen Xiaoying. Chen Xiaoying invited Zijin out a few times, but she turned her down every time. Now she's stopped asking, so I'm not worried at all."
Zhou Qiang smiled and kept his voice low. "Why do you dislike Chen Xiaoying?"
"It's a purely visceral aversion. The way she talks is so cringeworthy. When she said 'We're flying business class' at the airport, I got goosebumps all over."
Zhou Qiang smiled and nodded. "Same here. She's clearly pretty and knows how to dress, so why does she seem so tacky?"
Wang Xiaoliang glanced at Chen Xiaoying. "Brother Qiang, isn't it wrong for us to bad-mouth someone like this?"
Zhou Qiang glanced over too. "Bad-mouthing people behind their backs is wrong. Doing it to their faces, though, seems perfectly fine to me."
Both men burst out laughing.
Wei Zijin gave Wang Xiaoliang a pat. "What are you talking about that's so funny?"
"I'll tell you tonight. Now's not a good time."
Wei Zijin assumed the men were telling dirty jokes again. Her face flushed slightly, and she turned to Zeng Haiyan.
The private dining room's heavy wooden double doors were pulled open from outside by a server again.
It was Old Fu, who had shown them in earlier. He stood sideways, respectfully clearing the doorway.
Four people walked in.
Leading them was a tall young man Wang Xiaoliang recognized: Xiao Weijin, one of Liu Xinyu's dormmates. A petite young woman stayed close beside him. She looked timid,