"Wu Jun, I'm so sorry. Xu Penghui isn't usually like this. I don't know what got into him today." Inside the supermarket by the small restaurant, Xu Fei followed behind Wu Jun, who was grabbing drinks from a shelf, and whispered, "Whatever tonight's dinner costs, I'll pay for it."
"What are you talking about? I said it's my treat. You're not going to deny me that, are you?" Wu Jun grabbed a bottle of hawthorn drink from the shelf, turned to Xu Fei, and said, "Your dad is still there. Don't let your classmate ruin the mood. I called you out here just to tell you this. Come on, let's go pay."
"Wu Jun..." The more Xu Fei thought about it, the more sorry she felt for Wu Jun. He had kindly treated them to dinner, only to run into someone like Xu Penghui, who wasn't just ungrateful but was also causing a scene for no reason.
