"Why don't we get dinner together? My treat."
Han Jingyu was a good nephew. Unfortunately, Ming Qi wasn't a good uncle.
But Han Jingyu admired Ming Qi very much.
Ming Qi was just about to refuse when his eyes suddenly lit up as he saw the figure not far behind Han Jingyu. He came for her today.
So he immediately pushed aside Han Jingyu and ran forward.
Confused, Han Jingyu hurriedly caught up with him.
"Sheng Yang."
Standing in front of Sheng Yang, Ming Qi smiled like an idiot, looking completely different than he was in front of Han Jingyu.
He didn't know what he had done wrong. Little Sheng Yang ignored him again.
Han Jingyu was surprised. "Do you know each other?"
Ming Qi frowned at him. "Why haven't you left? Didn't I tell you I'm not going to dinner with you?"
