Zhang Shifang was like a child who had done something wrong, her mouth twitching slightly as she cast a dim glance at Jing Juntao and the elderly lady of the Ma Family, and said, "Could you step out for a moment? It's just a few words."
"What is it that you can't say here?" Tang Huai frowned, looking puzzled at Zhang Shifang.
Zhang Shifang inwardly gnashed her teeth with resentment, cursing Tang Huai's ancestors in her heart, yet her face showed even greater guilt: "It's not convenient to talk about here. If you don't want to listen, let's just forget it."
Everyone at her table, and those at the neighboring table, were watching her. If she didn't go out, some people with ill intentions would likely use it as an opportunity to make a big fuss about her again.
They would definitely say that she had gained Jing Juntao's approval and won over the elderly Ma lady, and now she was putting on airs in front of others.
