Mike was staring in disbelief, "I thought since we bumped into each other, we'd at least have a chat."
After all, even if it's a leader, shouldn't there be some small talk? But why was Zhang Yu's behavior so different from most people's?
Ye Zhuo stuffed a few skewers of meat into his mouth, "Not possible."
"If she meets you at the office, she'll greet you, but if it's outside, unless it's right in front of her, she'll absolutely pretend not to see you." Ye Zhuo took a bite and realized this barbecue stand was indeed impressive.
At that moment, he really regretted not thinking to buy more skewers, truly regrettable.
Mike was driving and could only watch as Ye Zhuo happily munched on skewers in the passenger seat, feeling quite uneasy, "What's the deal with you, can't you spare a few skewers for me?"
The flavor was indeed fragrant, and the car was filled with the aroma of barbecue, which actually improved Mike's mood since it was Ye Zhuo's car, after all.
