Zhang Shuyuan was chewing on chicken, his cheeks puffed out, and he mumbled, "Ahem, this matter is a long story."
Shen Qing's tone was calm and amiable, "No rush, you can take your time to speak."
"Um, um..." Zhang Shuyuan nodded like a little chicken pecking at grain.
He swallowed the food in his mouth, and suddenly his face changed, frantically pounding his chest.
In his haste, he grabbed the teacup on the table, gulped down a large mouthful of water, and seemed to feel a bit more comfortable, showing not the slightest decorum of a scholar.
Zhang Shuyuan kept rubbing his chest, regulating his breathing, and couldn't help but burp.
He let out an embarrassed smile.
