"Understood," Jiang Man gestured.
"Then there's nothing else," Lu Xingzhou said indifferently.
After all, the two had only known each other for a few days and were not familiar with each other, making their interactions somewhat awkward.
Jiang Man's personality was solitary, and Lu Xingzhou was rather cold.
The two of them, one was like ice, the other, like an iceberg.
Ice and iceberg could coexist harmoniously, but neither could warm the other up.
"Right," Jiang Man was about to head back to her room when she remembered she had plans with Wu Yingfan that evening, "I won't be eating dinner at home."
"Going out to eat again?" Lu Xingzhou frowned.
He always felt that outside food was not as clean as homemade, nor as nutritious as what was prepared at home.
Especially Jiang Man, who particularly loved those junk foods.
"Is there a decent hotpot place around here?" Jiang Man asked casually.
Lu Xingzhou kept a straight face: "I never eat that stuff."
