Chapter 358 Arguing Like A Tomato

• As we were happily enjoying our meal, a harsh voice, reminiscent of a male duck, suddenly sounded nearby.
• I noticed Mei Shaoyang's face change, becoming extremely embarrassed and even a little pale. She had a pitiful paleness, as if she had lost a significant amount of blood.
• I turned my head and glanced over, seeing a man in his thirties, dressed in a sharp suit with shiny leather shoes. Next to him was a familiar face, Meng Zhongying.