"What does she mean by sleazeball?" Jun Shiyan looked at the young lady's flustered back view and frowned as he asked Chen Mo this question.
"I don't know." Chen Mo was speechless. He wanted him to understand what was trending among young people and what they were saying. However, he was disobedient. He deserved to not understand. He deserved to be tortured by anxiety.
Ling Sheng had ordered the most famous local hotpot. The delivery man arranged the ingredients and hotpot neatly before leaving politely.
The two of them had ordered portions for two people. The 2-in-1 pot included a spicy broth and a clear soup broth. She ate from the spicy broth, while the Third Master ate the clear soup broth. When Chen Mo walked over, a set of cutlery was missing.
