Chu Bai Qing felt like he was being roasted on a fire.
Gu Jue still did not let go. He was really annoyed.
She stepped on Gu Jue's foot with force.
Gu Jue was wearing slippers, so he groaned in pain and let go of Chu baiqing's hand.
"I have a long surgery today, and I had a late lunch, so I'm not hungry yet."
Chu baiqing did not even look at Gu Jue. He grabbed his chopsticks and placed both his hands on the table.
He did not give Gu Jue a chance to hold his hand again.
"What's wrong? Li beixiao asked Gu Jue, who did not look good.
"I'm fine, third brother. Bai Qing stepped on my foot." Gu Jue said very casually.
Chu Bai Qing's hand tightened around his chopsticks.
He picked up a piece of pork rib and ate it. With the red braised sauce from little Jiangnan, the taste was naturally not bad.
As everyone ate and drank, Feng Xi suddenly realized a problem.
"Third brother, you didn't drink. Try these dishes and see if they taste the same."
