"I finished my work early and got bored, so came here," Lu Feng replied casually.
Jiang Yang got up and sat on the sofa and asked, "Did you have dinner?"
"No."
"Let me order something. I am starving." Saying, Jiang Yang picked up the phone from the center table. He acted as if he was okay, and it hurt Lu Feng even more.
"What will you eat?" Jiang Yang asked.
"Anything," Lu Feng replied as he stared at his stubborn friend who didn't want to show how hurt he was.
Once he ordered the food, Lu Feng commented, "Will you keep pretending to be fine?"
"Then, do you expect me to cry?" Jiang Yang countered as he looked at his friend.
"Hmm!" Lu Feng nodded.
"Are you here to offer me your shoulder," Jiang Yang asked. He tried to be funny, which turned into his failed attempt.
Lu Feng sat beside him and patted his own shoulder, "Here, you can use this."
"Fuck off," Jiang Yang frowned.
