She took them to the restaurant and ordered 12 dishes. Before all the dishes were served, Ning Lang, looking miserable due to hunger, scooped up some rice and started gobbling the food without caring to talk to the two of them.
Feng Jiu and Duan Ye looked at each other and sat down at the table. They only drank wine and didn't eat much. Until, an hour later, Ning Lang took a breath slowly and finally put down his chopsticks.
"Full?" Feng Jiu asked him with a smile.
"I'm full."
He rubbed his stomach and belched. "This is the most satiating and delicious meal I have ever had." As soon as he finished speaking, he looked at the two people. "I thought you were gone. I thought I really had to be sold to the male brothel! Those people, I told them that I am from the Ning family and my family was very rich, but they didn't believe it. "
While speaking, his face was filled with anxiety. "All my things were stolen by those people."
