Mu Ci, who was standing next to him, knew that Si Jinghuai hated Fu Mingzhu, who had harmed his uncle. She was not surprised at all that such a scene would occur when they met, and she could only try to ease the atmosphere.

"Mr. Si, let's go over and sit down." Mu Ci pointed to another table.

Si Feiyang's place is indeed not big. The entire dining area is not as big as the living room in Si Jinghuai's house.

There were four tables, one of which was piled with food, ...