Dean's smile did not stop throughout the entire journey. In Moliere's impression, he did not like to smile that much.
"Could it be that you have a match with Chu?" Moliere felt that this was a very happy thing.
"Why do you say that?" Dean was fantasizing about the wonderful taste of the all-fish banquet, and he was a little dumbfounded by this sudden turn of events.
He had been in China for more than two years and had had two all-fish banquets, both on his birthday. He had enjoyed all-fish banquets on Gabriel's birthday alone and never treated anyone to one. It was like Grandet's reincarnation.
To be honest, the double-standard dog was referring to Dean. Compared to him, the way he had hidden himself and ate alone during his own birthday party was no different.
"If you were so happy, I would have thought that you could compete with Chu li." Mo Li said sorrowfully.
