"Fine," Sheng Xian put down his teacup, "I might as well tell you now so you can prepare in advance."
Zhuang Chen: "Huh?"
"Busy trying to lure a young woman." Sheng Xian's fingers pinched the rim of his tea cup, slowly rotating it, "The day I recover will be the day I end my single life, so you can start preparing your gift money now."
Zhuang Chen: "??"
…
Before ten o'clock, Sheng Xian called the waiter to pay the bill, then looked at Zhuang Chen across from him who was gnawing on crab legs and knocked on the table for the fourth time to hurry him: "Stop eating."
"Almost done!" Zhuang Chen grabbed two crab legs, stuffing them into his mouth desperately, then pulled out a tissue to clean his mouth before standing up with Sheng Xian.
Exiting the restaurant and standing by the door, Zhuang Chen said, "I drove here, want a ride?"
"No need." Sheng Xian leaned against a tree by the roadside, "I have someone picking me up."
Zhuang Chen: "..."
