Chen Ming immediately burst into hearty laughter, sweeping away his previous dejected state: "Alright, table sharing it is. Sangsang, you're the one who said it."
After freeloading a few meals at Tian Sangsang's house, Chen Ming's tastes had improved considerably. Now, hearing about table-sharing, he was more than eager.
Hmph, it's just hotpot, right? What's so special about it? Sangsang hardly ever touches food like this normally. Why are they all looking at Tian Sangsang so enthusiastically? Isn't it just eating? Other than eating, what else can she do? Can she sing, dance, or read?
Why is it that everyone, from her cousin to the two people in front of her, acts like this?
Yao Fangfang stood frozen in place, stunned. It was her first time seeing Chen Ming laugh, and laugh so freely, but this laughter was directed at Tian Sangsang—a fat pig.
