"Isn't this it?"
Chen An shifted his gaze from Zhang Qiang's face to his own bowl of instant noodles, checked the time—which seemed just right—lifted the lid and started slurping the noodles with a fork non-stop.
Immediately afterward, it seemed as though Zhang Qiang had an epiphany. Looking at Chen An again, his eyes lit up. He was just about to thank Chen An when Zhang Qiang's not-so-abundant wits quickly changed his expression:
"That's not right, how come you don't have a girlfriend, yet you sound smarter than me, someone who does have a girlfriend?"
"Where do I not have a girlfriend? Can't a match-making partner be called a girlfriend? Besides, I'm already seeing someone for marriage, unlike you, whose girlfriend hasn't even brought up the subject, right? You'd better focus on sorting things out with Su Meng first."
Although Old Wang hadn't spoken a single word, as he listened on the side, he pondered quite a bit.
