"Fine fine fine, let's just say you really don't know anything," He Xing raised his hands in surrender. "But your timing to get a fever was too coincidental, right when it was Fu Han who discovered it; it's only normal for me to overthink a little."
He Xing awkwardly turned his head away, saying no more, but his earlobes quietly reddened.
...
Michelin Restaurant.
Today Luo Qinghe was treating everyone to dinner, claiming he had a prosperous trip to Antarctica.
Fu Han rushed over with Su Cheng after work, Nan Qing and Luo Qinghe were already seated when they arrived.
These two were quite amusing, though. They neither sat side by side nor opposite each other, but instead chose the diagonal seats at a table for four.
Su Cheng grumbled discontentedly, urging them to switch seats, but neither Nan Qing nor Luo Qinghe paid any heed, utterly ignoring his request.
