Qin Bo Qing compromised; he really had underestimated just how thick this person's face could be.
"Over here," he said, gritting his teeth, pointing to the seat next to him for Anqing.
With a smile on his handsome face, Anqing asked, "So, does that mean you agree?"
Qin Bo Qing nodded reluctantly, "Go back."
The other party gave an OK gesture, strutted back as if nothing had happened, plopped down into the seat like he owned the place, and even winked at Qin Bo Qing.
He was truly asking for a beating—Qin Bo Qing felt like smashing several punches into his face.
Finally able to have a peaceful meal, Ruanruan giggled, now she wouldn't have to sneak food for Anqing.
It had completely darkened outside; although the air and scenery in the mountains were great, there was one exceptionally bad thing—the overabundance of mosquitoes.
Especially in this kind of weather.
"Slap..."
Another slap to his arm and Su Yan couldn't take it anymore, standing up and jumping around incessantly.
