Watching the two women walk away, Lin Yilin and Zhang Juntang looked at each other.
"Senior, is Yu Songsong going to be okay?"
Lin Yilin asked with some concern.
Zhang Juntang said nothing, but she looked just as worried.
Sigh. With just one sentence, I'd made two women fight over me, and now I had two women worrying about me.
That was the charm of a high-quality man.
Jiang Linyuan waved a hand.
"It's fine. Let's eat."
With Yu Songsong's personality, how could she possibly lose?
In the past, Guan Yu had warmed wine before slaying Hua Xiong. Today, Yu Songsong could warm soup before taking on Zhou Yulan.
Let the music play, and let the dancing begin!
Jiang Linyuan quietly turned up the heat and started cooking beef.
"Senior, maybe we should go check on them."
Seeing how unconcerned he was, Lin Yilin urged him.
"What for? To see Yu Songsong at her worst?"
Jiang Linyuan said, perfectly at ease.
They were tearing into each other, exposing old wounds. If you stood by, you'd only look helpless, like you'd been triggered but didn't know how to snarl back.
Better to wait until they'd finished arguing, then go over and reap a nice harvest of goodwill.
Seeing how confident he sounded, Lin Yilin gradually relaxed.
Zhang Juntang, on the other hand, seemed restless.
"I... I'll go check on them."
Jiang Linyuan sighed, exasperated.
You timid little thing—how come you weren't timid now?
"Junior Zhang, do you know what matters most between friends?"
"What... what is it?"
Zhang Juntang asked.
"Trust!"
Jiang Linyuan said seriously.
"Trusting your friends is crucial. For example, if I help scrub your back when you're taking a bath, all you need to do is say thank you, not scream, 'How did you get in here?!'"
She'd