"Cough..."
Gao Zhe choked on the soup, barely able to swallow it down, and covered his mouth to cough loudly twice.
Jiang Yu glared, "What's the rush? No one's competing with you."
Gao Zhe: "..."
Who the hell likes to drink this stuff!
He often felt out of place with them because he wasn't twisted enough.
"Competing for what, Ah Zhe, what are you drinking?"
Lu Zhenzhen came over, arm in arm with Nan Jiaojiao, lifted the pot's lid to peek inside the soup. Gao Zhe couldn't stop her, and suddenly met Lu Zhenzhen's bizarre expression. Her gaze swept over him from head to toe, then slowly turned sorrowful, then contemplative, before becoming one of pity.
She solemnly replaced the cover, "So it's all like this now, huh? No wonder you can only satisfy me. You must have had a hard time fooling around with different people over the years, probably struggling, right?"
"Lu Zhenzhen!"
What was up with her tone!
"Really?"