A certain district.
At the dining table.
"Brother, he's okay, right?" Ren Jiali asked while eating.
The dining table in front of them was set with meals that were not lavish, but still decent.
Tomato and scrambled eggs.
Vegetable soup.
Stir-fried green peppers with shredded pork.
And the indispensable Lao Gan Ma chili sauce for the dining table— even without any other dishes, just with Lao Gan Ma, you could scrape together a bowl of rice.
"He's fine. It's always like this the first time. He did okay. Fatties have their advantages, while skinny guys just wail, but he, hehehe..."
Ren Yan laughed heartily, his emptiness of the past few days fully satiated. He naturally had no interest in women, not the slightest bit attracted to them.
Ren Jiali knew her brother's methods. Those tender-looking young men brought home by her brother could only say, who could imagine that, looking so prim and proper with glasses, they would be into her brother's type.