"Okay. Don't make up stories. Order some take-out. I'm starving."
Su Yu didn't feel comfortable talking about personal feelings, so he immediately changed the topic.
"Are you addicted to take-out?"
"Or what? You'll cook?" Su Yu raised his eyebrows.
"Then… let's order take-out."
An didn't dare to object. After all he wasn't a woman and couldn't cook each day.
He was an assistant and bodyguard, not a chef.
Meanwhile, Qin Chu and Gao Ran were drinking in a German-style beer house.
They sat in a quiet compartment and a singer was singing outside.
"Did you fight with your wife again?" Mr. Qin began.
"You could see that? Can you read my mind?" Gao Ran was surprised.
"Nothing but fighting with your wife could make you so sulky."
Gao Ran: "…"
Qin Chu knew Gao Ran more than he knew himself.
As a workaholic like his father, Gao Ran had been obsessively passionate with his job as a policeman.
