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translator: Eve
editor: Kara

“Song Er!”

Zhou Nan chased after him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, a bright smile on his face. “Don’t be so stingy, it’s just one meal.”

Guan Zhi also followed after them. He reminded Song Xuanhe, “You still owe me a meal. Don’t forget.”

Song Xuanhe stopped walking and turned to face Guan Zhi. His eyes swept over the other’s youthful face. “Answer my question, and then, I’ll treat you.”

Guan Zhi: “What’s your question?”

Song Xuanhe’s expression changed slightly. “Why did you come to China?”

“To eat.”

Song Xuanhe rolled his eyes and turned back around to leave.

“Did he believe me?” Guan Zhi asked Zhou Nan.

Zhou Nan shrugged. “Probably not.”

“Why doesn’t he believe me?” Guan Zhi frowned. He caught up to Song Xuanhe quickly and said, “I came back to China, because you promised to treat me to a meal. Are you going to go back on your word?”

By the time they had reached the elevator, Wei Chen had also caught up. He just so happened to hear Guan Zhi’s question. With a smile, he said, “I can confirm that he really only came back to eat with you.”

“But, you can ask him who had reminded him of that promise.”

Song Xuanhe stepped into the elevator after it had opened. He then glanced at Guan Zhi.

Although Guan Zhi was blunt, he was not slow-witted. He immediately realized why Song Xuanhe had asked that question just now. Completely unburdened, he decided to sell Xiao Yuanmu out. “Xiao Yuanmu told me to come. His noodles are really yummy. He promised that he’d make me noodles again if I visited China for a few days.”

As soon as he spoke, everyone else’s expressions changed.

Young master Guan, who wasn’t very familiar with the breadth and depth of the Chinese language, furrowed his brows. He thought that Song Xuanhe wanted to renege on his promise. He snorted. “You already promised to treat me. Are you backing out now?”

Song Xuanhe coughed once before pressing down on a button in the elevator. He said to Zhou Nan, “Why didn’t anyone select a level?”

“How about B2?” Zhou Nan came back to himself. He grinned. “My car’s in the parking lot. Since you’re treating us, I’ll drive you, free-of-charge.”

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Wei Chen glanced at Song Xuanhe. Lips curled into a smile, he planted a hand on Guan Zhi’s head. “How can you speak to your cousin like this? You had even called me Gege earlier when you came to ask me for help. And yet, you won’t even let me tag along for this meal.”

“Song Xuanhe’s the one treating us. He’s the host, and I’m just a guest. I don’t have the authority to invite you.”

Wei Chen then looked over at Song Xuanhe. Guan Zhi also turned to face him. Even Zhou Nan cast his gaze in his direction, evidently wanting to join in on the fun.