At that moment, a staff member led Simon and Jiang Ruolin towards them.
Qiao Ruoxin's lips curved up slightly, everyone had arrived; it was quite the bustling scene.
"Mr. Lawrence, Miss Jiang, your seats are here, please take a seat," the on-site staff said with a courteous smile.
Simon, seeing Mo Chen seated opposite and Qiao Ruoxin behind him, smiled.
The seating arrangement was certainly curious.
"Mo Chen, long time no see," Jiang Ruolin said, smoothing her dress as she sat beside Mo Chen.
The man responded indifferently, "Mm."
But Mo Chen's gaze was locked on Simon, looking at him as if he were looking at trash, cold and disdainful.
Simon met Mo Chen's stare head-on, "Mo Chen is looking at me like this, are you very interested in me?"
Mo Chen let out a scornful, cold laugh and said in a deep voice, "Interested in beating you."
Simon smiled without speaking.
Qiao Ruoxin at the next table listened clearly to their conversation.