"All right, I need a bite." Su Ping felt his rumbling belly and stood up.
It suddenly dawned on him: he could enjoy more of his mother's home cooking from then on, instead of going to cheap diners while working.
He went to the door and spoke to Joanna, who was still sitting there like a statue, "What are you waiting for? Come with me."
Su Lingyue heard his words and clenched her fists in anger. He's—he's asking a girl to dine with us already? Just as I suspected!
Irritated, she pushed Su Ping aside and slammed the door to walk ahead. Unfortunately for her, the new wooden door was too heavy for her to slam around. She almost hurt her hand.
"What's the deal with her?" Su Ping glanced outside before looking back at Joanna. "Come on. Are you somehow glued to your chair?"
"Wait, are you asking me to join you?"
