Jiang Ruan counted, ten dishes.
With an unapologetic expression, Qin Jiacheng said, "Come on, that's hardly enough! Tingbai is treating us tonight, so Zhuang Ke, eat up! Tingbai told us to take good care of you. Don't be so moved. He just wants to discreetly spread some warmth."
Zhuang Ke was baffled: "Huh?"
Jiang Ruan continued to munch on her meatball with a poker face.
Who knows what kind of whim that foolish lad was on this time.
Qin Jiacheng patted Zhuang Ke on the shoulder, expressing earnestly, "Zhuang Ke, cheer up. Brother Tingbai will have your back from now on."
"Stop bullshitting about, will you? Where is all this nonsense coming from?"
Just as he was speaking, a slap came from behind him on his head, accompanied by Shi Tingbai's eerie voice.
With his hand over his head, Qin Jiacheng complained, "Wasn't it you, Brother Tingbai, who told us to look out for each other and spread warmth...?"
