Watching the backs of Zhong Yongxi and the fatty as they left with ashen faces after paying the bill, Ding Yuhuan's eyes crinkled with laughter.
"Shen Qiang, you look quite domineering when you're unreasonable," she said.
Shen Qiang replied indifferently upon hearing this, "I'm reasonable with those who are reasonable, but as for Zhong Yongxi, it's one thing for him to constantly provoke me. Following me around everywhere, whispering in my ear is one thing, but speaking ill of my friends is another."
Ding Yuhuan smiled joyfully and pondered aloud, "Are we friends?"
Shen Qiang looked at her, and after a moment of silence, said, "I suppose so, an acquaintance."
Ding Yuhuan sighed helplessly, a bit displeased, "You are really strange. For others, when it comes to the word 'friends,' they usually say we are good friends, with a solid relationship. 'Call me anytime you need, and I'll be there no matter what.'
