Lun Chuan raised an eyebrow.
"So you're saying, each goes their own way?"
Qin Yun and He Kuang nodded furiously: "Uh-huh!"
Lun Chuan smiled meaningfully: "You call her sister-in-law, she calls you a fool—is that what you mean?"
Qin Yun's face slowly fell.
Given modern food abundance, Pork Lard Residue isn't as tempting as in ancient times. But oddly enough, after eating half a plate in front of them, there wasn't even a greasy feeling of being unable to eat anymore.
At most, they felt a bit full.
Such a good thing, no wonder Qin Yun and He Kuang couldn't resist.
They can't even quit milk tea; they have no self-control whatsoever. Whether it's sweet or salty, they're just stuffing their mouths right now.
At this moment, the other side was very angry: "If you don't agree, you don't agree—why resort to personal attacks? Just admit if you're single! Admit if Song Tan is very beautiful!"
