"..." Luoz paused, his expression somewhat unnatural, and it wasn't until Little Haoyan had almost finished eating that he said, "I don't really like the atmosphere of bars. If I can avoid going, I'd rather not."
Zhang Yuan responded with an "Oh," and nodded.
But inside, she felt it was ironic. Is that really the case? If so, what was that phone call about?
With a cold curve to her lips, Zhang Yuan adjusted her collar and played with her son.
Luoz felt that something was off about Zhang Yuan's expression, but he couldn't quite pinpoint what it was.
"Is there anything you'd like to eat? I can make you something."
Zhang Yuan thought for a moment, "Fruit, maybe? See if I can have some fruit. I'm about to throw up from all the soup you all keep giving me."
Luoz frowned, "Fruit is cooling. Your body should be..."
