"Don't worry, you don't have to treat us this time."
Zhao Huo, who was using "Spirit Qi" to strengthen his chopsticks, making them like sharp surgical scalpels to dissect the shell of a large crab, rolled his eyes and stubbornly insisted, "It's not like I can't afford to."
"Thank you, Boss Zhao," Ren Suo immediately echoed.
"But since Boss Ren is in the mood today, I won't spoil his fun."
Zhao Huo glanced at Little Jiu, who was attacking a pile of crayfish on the opposite table, and asked softly, "Little Jiu really isn't your…"
Ren Suo shook his head repeatedly. "How could she be mine? Little Jiu is already 8 years old. If she really were mine, wouldn't that mean I... at 15…"
"There's nothing wrong with being 15. A hundred years ago, plenty of people became parents in their teens."
Qiao Muyi returned with a plate of seafood. Upon hearing their conversation, she sat down next to Ren Suo with interest, laughed, and said, "Or are you saying you hadn't hit puberty by 15?"
