Peng Peng narrowed his eyes. "What are you hiding?"
"n—nothing at all," Fan Xui stuttered, holding his pockets safely.
Zou Yue, who was eating so busily till now, glanced up. He intently peered at his wet pockets. 'Wait, he might have had an upset stomach, then that is.....'
He held Peng Peng's hands. "Don't embarrass the man even more,"
Even so Peng Peng kept glaring intently at Fan Xui's pockets.
Fan Xui guiltily glanced at Yue. "I'll bring the cucumber salad," he took this chance to run to the kitchen.
"But he is hiding something obviously," Peng Peng smashed a pea under his spoon.
"It's his personal business. Let's not intrude," Yue calmed him down by patting his back.
Zou Nui also nodded as well. "Yes Peng-ah, you should not ask intrusive questions like that. It's considered rude."
Peng Peng shrugged. "I ask questions like this all the time,"
