The others were taken aback; by the time they reacted, they saw her move a chair into place.
Fu Xinheng looked up and said to the guests: "Isn't there a sofa? You can sit on the sofa."
"Right, we can sit on the sofa, or even stand if that's fine," Xie Wanying seized upon Teacher Fu's suggestion.
Chang Jiawei sat on the couch and patted the space beside him: come, sit on the sofa.
Tao Zhijie turned his face, finally understanding why Tan Kelin was so angry that day that he personally carried the monitor to orthopedics ward three.
This guy can't seem to handle a day without flirting with women; it's almost like he doesn't know how to behave otherwise.
A flame was nearly jumping to the top of his head, Tao Zhijie reached out and pulled the chair his junior had moved over, and sat down in front of Fu Xinheng.
Seeing that this venerable one was somewhat angered, Fu Xinheng signaled to an old classmate with his eyes: "You make them some tea."
