"Bro, having small bowl dishes again?"
Martial Saint swiftly tossed his backpack into the backseat, then closed the car door and sat in the front passenger seat. Seeing Brother Chen here to pick him up was not at all surprising, he casually said, "Arguing with Sister Shurui again?"
Have to admit.
This kid's intuition is extraordinarily sharp.
"What small bowl dishes, let's go home and eat instant noodles."
Jiang Chen started the car, driving away from the street filled with luxury cars.
"Bro, why don't I treat you? Let's eat at our cafeteria, it's quite lavish, better than those small bowl dishes from last time."
Martial Saint generously offered, seemingly in a good mood, after all, it's the monthly break again.
Jiang Chen ignored it, "What flavor? Braised beef or pickled mustard?"
Got it.
Definitely argued again.
But why always drag me into it?
"Bro, is it because of that beauty?"
Martial Saint whispered, "Is she gone?"
