"Miss Chu's time in Tokyo..."
Qingliu Yiye glanced at Chu Qingxue, then spoke, but his voice lowered significantly towards the end.
"Damn, turns out you've been keeping your mind on your old classmate all along. Haha, you're sneaky, aren't you?"
Ye Chenfeng couldn't help but say.
"Uh, uh..."
A trace of abnormal expression flashed across Chu Qingxue's face.
Gu Jundie also showed an unpleasant expression, Ye Chenfeng's words were harmless, but Qingliu Yiye was their partner.
"Is he accurate with his calculations? Well, dear Mister Meal Ticket, can you arrange a time for me to meet with the Prophet? I'd like to make a prediction too."
Ye Chenfeng said to Qingliu Yiye.
"Okay, okay, I'll arrange an appointment for Mr. Ye as soon as possible."
Qingliu Yiye agreed hurriedly.
"Alright, waiter, serve the food."
Only then did Ye Chenfeng release Qingliu Yiye and called out for the dishes to be served.
The meal was extremely awkward, almost no one touched their chopsticks.
