After stuffing ourselves silly, Zhao Zheng contently picked his teeth with a toothpick and let out satisfied burps.
Yue Feng: "Everyone's full, right? Let's find a chance to leave soon if possible! Anyway, nobody's drinking!"
Zhou Ziqing: "Wait a bit longer, it's too obvious if we leave now! The banquet has just started!"
When Tiantian heard Zhou Ziqing say that, she couldn't help but snort with laughter, covering her mouth and struggling for a long time to control her emotions.
"Oh my, you guys are killing me! Do you always act like this in private too? Brother Zhou, I remember you weren't like this before!"
Zhou Ziqing waved his hand, not caring in the least: "One must be more solemn depending on the occasion, but this table is all our own people, why put on airs? Eat till we're full, wipe our mouths, and off we go—quick battle, quick decision!"
