Ling Feng thought about it and then chuckled, "Then you go ahead and worry. I'm heading back to sleep!"
Zhang He: "..."
Seeing that Ling Feng was really leaving, he couldn't help but complain, "Hey, isn't that a bit too unsympathetic?"
"Huh? But what can I do for you if I stay? Do you need me to comfort you or something?" Ling Feng turned around and asked.
"Cut it out. I'd rather go home to my wife!"
Zhang He glared at him and said grumpily.
"Eh? You're actually married?" Ling Feng asked with a curious look on his face.
"Why? With my charm, is it that strange?" Zhang He asked.
"That's disgusting!"
Ling Feng rolled his eyes, thinking he was narcissistic enough, but this guy was even worse.
Turning to leave, he waved his hand, "I'm off, we'll talk more tomorrow if there's an issue!"
"Come later tomorrow, I'm worried I won't be able to get up!" Zhang He shouted from behind.
Ling Feng didn't turn back, just acknowledged and quickly disappeared into the night.
