Su Li knew that he was misunderstanding again, but her face couldn't help but turn red at his somewhat improper words.
She made a move to grab the bowl from him, "Are you going to drink it or not? If not, I'm going to pour it out."
"No, no, no," Wei Chengfeng stopped her, taking hold of the bowl, "I'll drink it, of course, I'll drink it."
Having said that, he picked up the bowl and downed the entire bowl of soup in one gulp.
Su Li watched him and couldn't help but find it funny, though she didn't show it on her face. Seeing him finish, she then picked up her chopsticks to eat.
After dinner, Su Li began to urge him to leave, and Wei Chengfeng didn't intend to stay longer. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but because he indeed had things to do when he got back.
The people across the street had met a buyer like Wei Chengfeng; it was both fortunate and unfortunate for them. The price he offered was more than double the market rate, and yet his requirements were quite peculiar.
