Zhou Wangshu spat out the pastry.
Su Yaoguang saw him choking, his face red and neck stiff, so she took off her water bottle and offered him a drink.
"This pastry is not good. It chokes you," Zhou Wangshu said, "Don't eat it, let someone else have it."
Su Yaoguang slapped away Zhou Wangshu's restless hand, put away the pastry, and said, "You were eating in such a rush. If it didn't choke you, who else would it choke?"
Zhou Wangshu saw how carefully Su Yaoguang put it away and said in a peculiar tone, "True. Even a bad pastry is precious if given by the right person."
Su Yaoguang touched his forehead, "You're not having an episode, are you? What nonsense are you spouting that I can't understand a single sentence of it?"
"Didn't you say before that our marriage is fake, and I can leave anytime I want? If I find someone I like, you'll let me go and give me a divorce document, right?"
Su Yaoguang nodded, "Yes, what's wrong?"
