The four sat around the dining table, and the atmosphere was a bit strange for a moment.
The bowl of porridge in the middle of the table seemed like a Chu River Han Boundary, dividing two completely different situations.
Wen Qiao and Jiang Yao sat opposite each other, Fu Jinghen and Ye Shengnan sat opposite each other.
An "undercurrent surged" between the two women, while the two men calmly drank their porridge as if nothing was happening.
Jiang Yao reached out to grab a shumai, and Wen Qiao's chopsticks quickly landed on the same one.
Fu Jinghen and Ye Shengnan glanced at the shumai, then simultaneously looked up at their women, finally lowering their heads in unison to continue drinking porridge.
Jiang Yao gave Wen Qiao a look: What on earth are you doing?
Wen Qiao raised her eyebrows nonchalantly: Waiting for your explanation.
Jiang Yao: You didn't ask when I told you yesterday, now there's no chance.
