Ji Hua was immediately filled with frustration. Who could explain to him what was going on, how his big brother suddenly became so cheap? He wouldn't even treat him to a meal.
Su Wanxia glanced at him triumphantly. "Say you want to go, say it quickly, say it and you'll admit you're a third wheel."
Ji Hua was speechless, but then he steeled himself. It wasn't his first time being a third wheel; he'd lost count of the number of times, so why care about one more?
With this thought, he coolly said to the proud Su Wanxia, "I don't mind being the third wheel, as long as there's food to eat." These days, filling your stomach was the top priority—who cared about being a third wheel? In Ji Hua's view, all those concerns could go to hell.
Su Wanxia's mouth twitched. His skin was getting thicker by the day, and his dignity was getting shattered over and over again.
