As he said, he frowned. Since young, he had never liked that foolish Min. He could just say that Min Guocheng matured really late.
He had still wet the bed when he was five and pooped in his pants when he was seven. When he was ten, he could not even say sentences without stuttering. Once he thought of the fact that they were tricked by a fool—honestly, even he felt like puking.
He passed the peeled apple to Chu Lui. Chu Lui took it over, and such a big apple was only left with its core that he could have a few bites of.
Du Jingtang raised his shoulders in apology. "I can only do this."
Chu Lui took one bite of the apple, and his face was so black until one could not see it clearly.
"Jingtang…"
"Hm?" Du Jingtang answered.
"Help me look for a person."
"Who?"
Chu Lui took another bite of the apple, but it did not have any taste.
"Ruoxin…"
