Zhan Yao kept staring at Xuan who felt uncomfortable by his gaze. "Don't stare at me like this. You are making me feel as if I have done some crime," muttered Xuan.
"Why have you invited me? You have not cleared it till now. You and I both know how friendly relationship we carry for each other," asserted Zhan Yao and clasped his fingers together.
"You think too much. I just invited for a friendly dinner," asserted Xuan and picked his phone from the table. "Order is going to come in a while," said Xuan and then looked at Zhan Yao.
A chuckle escaped Zhan Yao's mouth as he heard that. "You have ordered the dinner. I expected this only from you," muttered Zhan Yao.
"You want me to prepare dinner for you by my own hands. Why would I do that?" muttered Xuan and averted his gaze from him.