Two Side Effects, One Condition

Da Fei ended up bringing Pao as well. They were about to eat skewers, but they rode a cab and went to Meng Fan instead.

They drove out for three minutes before Da Fei paused and asked, "Pao, weren't we going to eat skewers?"

Pao scratched his head. "Weren't we supposed to go singing?"

"I think someone asked me to come and sing..."

Da Fei paused for a long time before remembering Meng Fan. When he did, he let out a sigh. Then he began to doubt himself. Could it be that he overworked himself recently?

Soon, Da Fei and Pao arrived outside Meng Fan's room.

"You're by yourself?"

Da Fei and Pao were both surprised.

Meng Fan nodded and said very matter-of-factly, "That's why I called you guys."

Pao was even more straightforward. "How can you be more pitiful than Fei!?"

He thought about it. He decided against it. "Hey, where's your maid army?"