But once he realized that the chicken wings were Su Yue's leftovers, he felt rather honored and subconsciously extended his hand to take it from her. He bit into it mechanically.
Su Yue sighed and then pursed her lips as she sat opposite him. "I still think the chicken wings from Kentucky Fried Chicken are incomparable to Brother Qi Lei's. I haven't eaten his chicken wings in a long time."
She then thought of something which made her smile. "Oh, I should call him. He's coming with me to the hospital to accompany Bai Jing. I could ask him to make some chicken wings for Bai Jing and me."
In the blink of an eye, she had already tossed out her phone.
Using her oily fingers, she unlocked the phone with a swipe.
Ming Ansheng furrowed his eyebrows and on a spur of the moment, he grabbed Su Yue's wrist.
Su Yue jumped in fright. She stared at him, confused. "Uncle Ming, what do you want?"
