"Ahem, Ruotong, you can just call me Lin Kuang. You don't need to be so polite," Lin Kuang couldn't help but say. Yang Ruotong was always so formal, and it made him feel a little embarrassed.
"Alright, Lin Kuang. Eat up. There's more if you're not full," Yang Ruotong said with a smile.
Lin Kuang nodded. With a whole table full of food, how could there possibly not be enough? It wasn't like he was a bottomless pit.
The four of them sat there, chatting and eating. The atmosphere was so harmonious that an outsider might have mistaken them for a family. As they were eating, the sound of footsteps echoed from the living room.
