Xia Xindong said to Song Mingsheng, who was buried in devouring his Xiaolongbao with relish, "Little Asheng, don't go anywhere; just stick with me."
Little Asheng, without lifting his head from his eating, nodded vigorously.
His cheeks were stuffed full, bulging out on both sides.
He looked like a little hamster.
Xia Xindong then looked over at Song Mingbo, whose hands were under the table, fingers moving swiftly.
Xia Xindong felt a headache coming on.
Without a doubt, Abo was calculating something.
Isn't it said that fortune-tellers shouldn't divine for those close to them? Why does Abo have no such scruples?
Of course, that was not the main point; the main point was that Little Nuan hadn't come down for quite a while, and he had just found out she was over by the Princess Room.
Then, he also told the waiter who relayed the message not to let him up there.
He didn't know what Little Nuan was up to, but since she insisted, he really dared not go up and ruin her plans.
