An hour passed by.
Zhan Yao sprawled back contentedly in his seat and let out a loud burp, "Burp..."
The sound was so loud that people at the next table turned to look.
Xiao Yebai: "..."
Although he was certainly a rich second generation himself, every time they ate together, it was as if he were in the midst of a famine...
Zhan Yao chuckled, "What's with that look on your face?"
Xiao Yebai asked, "Finally full?"
Zhan Yao nodded.
Full.
Stuffed to the brim.
It wasn't often he got to fleece this guy for a meal, so of course, he was going to eat with abandon.
Xiao Yebai chuckled.
Zhan Yao looked at him and suddenly blurted out, "Holy shit, don't tell me you didn't bring any money."
Xiao Yebai didn't say anything, just took out his wallet, pulled out a few RMB notes, and laid them on the table.
Zhan Yao burst into laughter, "Just kidding, look at you... you're always so serious!"