Tang Zhou tapped his chopsticks on the table three times, "Hey, are you spacing out again? Which beauty are you thinking of?"
Leng Chenmo replied, "Not thinking about anything. After dinner, let's go to Ye Junqing's place for a bit, take a walk, and digest our food."
"Deal. If it weren't for the responsibilities, I would go mooch off of Junqing's cooking every day. It's all your fault that I started eating my meals like a good boy at home," Tang Zhou complained.
Several seconds later, Leng Chenmo, his face cold, curved his lips into a smile that Tang Zhou didn't understand, "Responsibilities?"
Tang Zhou was sweating profusely from eating hot pot, and he vigorously fanned himself with his shirt collar, "Yeah, got a problem with that? Damn it! What I mean is, I can't just bring my little sidekicks to mooch off of him too, don't overthink it, I'll exterminate you if you do!"
"I wasn't overthinking it in the first place," Leng Chenmo continued to smile.
