Xie Cheng felt his tooth ache, the last time Qi Feng had punched him in the face, and even now it still hurt a bit. Qi Feng, infuriated, said, "Next time, I'm not coming out to eat with you two."
Situ Jue kept moving his hands, rapidly replying to texts, and distractedly asked, "It's not like you had to pay, why so stingy?"
Qi Feng, "Is this about paying? You two don't respect me at all, one always on his phone, the other constantly criticizing his own artist. What am I even here for? Decoration?"
"Is being a decoration so bad?" Situ Jue asked, puzzled. "I quite fancy being an ornament."
Qi Feng: "…MD, how can we even talk on such a day?"
What on earth had they gone through? Each one of them was not right in the head.
Xie Cheng ran his hand through his hair, reseated himself, and played dead, "Qi Feng, have you been busy lately?"
Caught off guard by the question, Qi Feng responded, "What's it to you?"
