Ye Wangchuan went to the fridge, took out a can of Coke, opened it, and poured it into a glass. Then, he handed it to the girl sitting beside him. "Drink less. It's cold to the stomach. Don't get an upset tummy."
Qin Si smacked his lips. "Tsk. If you're afraid that Sister Qiao's stomach will hurt, can't you just not give it to her? Why go through so much trouble?"
At the end of the day, he just loved to abuse singles with his displays of affection.
He was still crying about his difficult single life when Zhang Yang brought him a bottle of coke to shut him up. Then, he cleverly changed the topic and asked with a serious expression, "Miss Qiao, your birthday is coming soon. How do you plan to celebrate it? Do you have anything you want to get?"
Holding his Coke, Qin Si was about to answer, but Ye Wangchuan was faster than him.
He took the chopsticks and bowl from him, placed them before the girl, and casually said, "Just put your heart into it."
