Murong Xue was weeping one second, and then she suddenly came up with the saying, "To strike the child is to pain the mother's heart." Chen Feng, with a dark expression on his face, couldn't help but be amused and exasperated.
"Kid, what's up with you?"
Murong Xue glared at Chen Feng.
Smack.
Chen Feng raised his hand and delivered a slap.
Of course, the location of this slap was very precise.
Murong Xue's face turned red, and she didn't say anything for a long while.
Just as Murong Xue was about to kick Chen Feng, a waiter ran out of the restaurant.
"Sir, Madam, your dishes are ready to be served," said the waiter politely.
"Thank you, bring them in," Chen Feng said with a smile.
"Alright."
The waiter bowed.
Chen Feng pulled Murong Xue back into the restaurant.
After that, the two had a pleasant dinner together.
When they parted ways, Murong Xue hemmed and hawed, seemingly wanting Chen Feng to take a walk with her.
