Damn it!
Was that the look he just gave? He wanted Zhang Yang to come up with an excuse to take him along.
Clearly, this dummy Zhang Yang misunderstood.
Ahem~
"Do you have something to talk to me about? If not, then..." we'll each go our own way and find our own mothers.
Xiao Qinghe smiled at him.
"Yes, there's something. Standing here seems inconvenient. I know a teahouse downstairs; how about we go there and sit?" Xiao Qinghe suggested.
A teahouse!
A public place.
Not bad, not bad.
Since Xiao Qinghe said she had something to say, Ying Zenan couldn't refuse directly.
"Let's talk at the teahouse then!"
The teahouse downstairs was very grounded, with a shack propped up by a few wooden posts, square tables, a colorful thermos, and two iron kettles.
Next to it, the sound of playing mahjong could be heard.
The sun was nice, so Ying Zenan chose the table at the entrance to sit down.
"Go on, what's the matter."
