Qin Miao seeing this, could only smile helplessly.
Throwing his luggage into Zhou Guanyu's arms, Qin Miao said casually, "If you want to eat, you better get your attitude right. This bag is yours to carry."
Zhou Guanyu, not bothered, even opened Qin Miao's bag, peeking inside as he curiously asked, "Where's the hot pot base? Did you bring it over?"
Qin Miao casually replied, "Didn't bring it."
Upon hearing Qin Miao's words, Zhou Guanyu's smile froze on his face, and his expression turned cold.
He tossed the bag back to Qin Miao and was ready to leave.
"Seems like you're a dog face..." Qin Miao rubbed his chest, bruised by the laptop in the bag, and complained before leisurely saying, "But Qimeng will come tomorrow; he'll bring the pot and the hot pot base."
"Hey hey hey, Shui bro, I was just joking with you earlier. Don't mind it, we're bros!" Zhou Guanyu quickly came over again, with a fawning smile.
Qin Miao shook his head helplessly.
