He was already reaching out to put the coat back on Tang Yanqi, afraid she might take it off again, and even fastened a button for her.
Tang Yanqi was very thin, wearing Sheng Jianan's clothes, she looked like a big dumpling. He insisted on buttoning it up, her arms were restrained inside and couldn't move, making her look even more like a big dumpling.
A deep laugh came from above, Tang Yanqi looked up at him, still puzzled. Then she heard a lazy voice float down from above: "Good evening, big dumpling!"
Tang Yanqi: "!!!"
You're the dumpling, your whole family is dumplings.
The designated place wasn't far from the restaurant where they were dining; driving would take a longer route, so Sheng Jianan simply led her through the winding alleys.
