"I'm not a child. Of course, it's not a problem." Fu Yong smiled and gave Hua Tang half of the lobster fried rice.
Hua Tang was determined not to take it. In the next second, she heard the man opposite her say in a suggestive tone, "Would you prefer I hand-feed you?"
She admitted defeat and started eating.
After a while, Fu Yong's phone vibrated. He received a message from Yu Chidong.
Having read the text, he looked around inconspicuously and saw Yu Chidong standing not far away, grinning at him. Su Cheng was standing beside him, bad intentions clear on his face.
They were glad they came today; a chance to make fun of Fu Yong was rare.
"I'm going to the washroom," Fu Yong said calmly. He excused himself from the table and approached the corner of the hallway.
