Leaning on the sofa, Chu Ge watched Song Baijia wolfing down the food, and a rather mischievous thought started to emerge in his mind.
Next time I treat Brother Song to a meal, why not just take him to a self-service restaurant?
Hmm, I wonder what expression the owner of the buffet would have after seeing Brother Song eat? Haha...
As Chu Ge was thinking, he suddenly heard a sarcastic voice coming from behind, "Oh, who left the pigpen open and let this pig out? Look at all those plates on the table, quite the eater, huh?"
Chu Ge had just heard this voice; his impression was naturally deep, but he didn't turn around, only slightly furrowed his brow and curved his lips into a cold smile.
The same voice reached Song Baijia's ears, and he wasn't as calm as Chu Ge. He was just about to pick up a piece of grilled meat, but his hand paused immediately. He looked up to his direct front.
