Le Yu saw that everyone in front of him suddenly fell silent. Thinking back on the words that had just come out of his mouth, he felt dazed for a while, turning his head stiffly like a rusty robot, bit by bit, until he saw Wen Yanqing quietly staring at him.
Staring. At. Him.
Le Yu, who was only half-sitting on the chair, fell with a thud to the ground.
"Mr. Wen, Mr. Wen, please let me explain!!!"
Hong Shuangying and the others couldn't bear to watch and turned their gaze away.
"Explain what?" Wen Yanqing smiled. "Explain the profound meaning of the number 190?"
Le Yu: !! Mum, save me!
"Ah ha, everyone's here, let's order some dishes," Lin Huan kindly diverted attention to rescue the socially dying Le Yu.
"Right, let's order," Hong Shuangying jumped in to help, randomly grabbing a topic: "Bei Bei, you've been here for a while and haven't said a word. You organized this gathering."
