"I'm going!" Gu Fuying painfully got to her feet and walked over to Wu Qingsong.
"Wu Qingsong!"
"What do you want!" Wu Qingsong lifted his head, and his face fell as soon as he saw Gu Fuying.
"Thanks for rescuing me yesterday. Is this your partner? Let me treat you to a meal," Gu Fuying said, looking hopefully at him, wishing he would say she wasn't.
But Wu Qingsong didn't offer an explanation, "No need. I would have saved anyone else in that situation. Thanks for the kind offer, but we've already ordered."
"Mom, I'm hungry." Zhang Lancao's little son looked at the food others were eating, envy written all over his face, and began to whine.
Hearing the child call that woman mom, Gu Fuying was shocked, "Wu Qingsong, are both of these kids yours?"
Wu Qingsong hadn't yet spoken when the older of the two kids immediately denied, "We're not his kids."
A complex expression flashed across Wu Qingsong's face, but it quickly disappeared.
