With Xuan Zhe there, Tang Weisheng had planned to swallow his anger. But a fish bone had gotten stuck—how could he just swallow it down? In less than half a minute, he bent over the table and started coughing into his fist.
"Apple cider vinegar, apple cider vinegar!" Wen Shuang came to his senses and immediately called for a waiter. "Do you have apple cider vinegar?"
Tang Weisheng waved him off, took a deep breath, and got up to go to the restroom.
Watching Tang Weisheng's somewhat bedraggled retreating figure, Wen Shuang asked blankly, "Did I offend him again?"
Even Xuan Zhe had no way to explain this phenomenon. He swiftly chose between his wife and his younger brother. "It's fine. He's tough."
When Tang Weisheng returned after dealing with the fish bone, his neck was flushed red. He sat down with a dark expression, and the atmosphere became somewhat heavy.
Wen Shuang pointed at the half-plate of shrimp left over. "This is delicious. Have some."
Tang Weisheng lowered his head and ate mashed potatoes, ignoring him completely. Come on, if he had the guts, let this get stuck in his throat too!
"If you don't want any, forget it." Wen Shuang muttered indignantly and happily scraped all the remaining shrimp into his own bowl. He dodged Xuan Zhe's hand, signaling that there was no need to peel any more for him. "Eat yours. I can spit out the shells myself."
Tang Weisheng gave a soft snort. "What, are you raising a son?" The remark was clearly aimed at Xuan Zhe.
Xuan Zhe deflected it effortlessly. "Talk when you get a boyfriend."
Tang Weisheng did not care. He had never even considered "dating." Being alone was more than enough.
Xuan Zhe casually asked about Tang Weisheng's business deal. Cui Yaocheng