Mo Xiangwen thought about it. This did count as having a meal with Yan Nuoya, except there were three other people with them. So he nodded.
"Then I guess it's settled." Xi Shaojie shook his head regretfully and patted his shoulder. "What a shame. The three of us even bet on how long it'd take you to coax Classmate Yan into forgiving you."
They wanted to watch him make a fool of himself, but were also afraid he'd actually get chopped up by a jealous girl, huh? Mo Xiangwen's face darkened. He had no idea how to roast them.
"Alright, alright. Since you're having dinner with Classmate Yan, we won't disturb you." Zhong Taihong sighed in a strangely sarcastic tone. "After all, with such beauty before you, we can't keep you here."
How could Mo Xiangwen not understand what they meant? He sighed and shook his head speechlessly.
"Thanks for reminding me about that. I'll bring each of you a milk tea when I head back later."
"Alright, we were waiting for you to say that." Zhong Taihong waved grandly. "You may leave now."
Mo Xiangwen couldn't be bothered to say anything else. He picked up his tray and turned to leave. If he dawdled any longer, Yan Nuoya and the others would probably wonder what had happened to him.
After he left, Zhong Taihong and Xi Shaojie exchanged a silent look.
"Old Zhong, did you see how many bowls of soup were on his tray?"
"No, but there were at least three." Zhong Taihong shook his head.
"Five." Qin Yongfeng, sitting beside them, shook his head. "I told you two to play fewer games. You can't even count bowls properly."
"Five?" Zhong Taihong frowned. "When we went up to the second floor... how many people did we see with