Yousheng suddenly felt a bit thirsty. He picked up a bottle of wine in front of him and took a swig. Turning to Feng Shang, he said, "You talk as if you're so old."
Feng Shang shrugged, ignoring them, and turned around to chat with Tongtong.
"Tongtong, are the strawberries good?"
Tongtong nodded, "They're delicious, really sweet. It's rare to get strawberries this sweet in this season."
"Give one to your brother."
Tongtong picked a large strawberry and handed it to Feng Jing, "Here you go..."
Feng Shang patted Tongtong's head, "Tongtong really knows how to care for people, picking such a big one for your brother."
He reached out to take it, but just as he was about to put it in his mouth, his hand was suddenly empty.
Feng Shang was stunned for a moment and turned to see that Yousheng had somehow sat down next to him, and the big, red strawberry had already gone into his mouth.
