Arriving at the topic of being too thin, Nanheng took a glance at the time. It was already past 11:00 p.m.
He paused in his footsteps toward the couch and glanced at Feng Ling, who appeared helpless about her own weight and muscles. "If you can't sleep, I'll accompany you to go out and grow some meat?"
Feng Ling was startled. "How do you grow?"
"Before I came, I saw that there's a street selling all sorts of snacks nearby. There's a large variety of American and Chinese food. Do you want to go give it a taste?"
Hearing this, Feng Ling stood and reached for her to put on her coat. Since it was summer right now, it wasn't that cold at night. She then put on the flip flops Xiao Xu had bought for her. She picked up her phone and followed the man out.
