Song Rui and Rong Qiao naturally saw them too.
They really didn’t expect that just by going out for a meal... they could still run into each other.
Both of their emotions were naturally very complex at this time.
And their seats weren’t too far apart.
They were directly adjacent to each other.
Qin Ye was really disgusted.
Seeing the displeasure on his face, Rong Yan reached out and placed her hand on the back of his hand.
"Don’t let irrelevant people affect your mood, because they don’t matter."
When Qin Ye heard this, his eyes lit up, "Wife, you’re right."
It was true, those people weren’t important enough to ruin his good mood.
Wasn’t that just giving them more credit than they deserved?
Upon this reflection, he dismissed the two of them from his mind.
And naturally, the two sitting at the neighboring table also heard their conversation.
They were furious.
Song Rui immediately wanted to stand up and argue... Why should these two speak of them that way?
But Rong Qiao promptly stopped him, "Brother Rui, don’t be angry, it’s nothing..."
Their side had made quite a bit of noise, and many people looked over.
Rong Qiao felt that the looks directed at her were somewhat contemptuous, which made her feel embarrassed and also made her feel like she was losing face.
"Brother Rui, this is a restaurant, let’s just focus on our meal! We don’t need to mind others..."
Right then, a waiter came over, "Sir, please keep your voice down."
Song Rui’s face went from red to white, looking especially unsightly.


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