"That's it."
Jiang Chen handed the menu back to the waiter, then noticed the kid hunching over with his head down, his posture strange.
"Did you drop something?"
Jiang Chen glanced at the floor without thinking.
The floor was spotlessly clean, laid with high-end porcelain tiles, virtually dustless.
"No."
Hong Xiaoyu was still burying his head, unwrapping the utensils as if he were a thief.
"You're so young; you haven't gotten cervical spondylosis, have you?"
Jiang Chen teased without a clue.
At this moment, Hong Xiaoyu couldn't even force a smile, let alone pretend to.
Even though it was just a quick glance, he recognized the girl who had just entered, the one who had made up an excuse about having plans tonight and rejected him, Ren Miao.
Yet, here she was with another boy.
Did she choose not to go to that barbecue restaurant because she was worried about bumping into him?
His heart throbbed painfully, making it hard for Hong Xiaoyu to breathe.
