"Let's go, it's time for lunch, Yangyang. Why don't you call your father and invite him to join us?" Mo Shike said, as they walked downstairs.
Mo Yangyang glanced at Ye Anran, seemingly reluctant to leave her, but said: "No, it will be lonesome if my dad eats alone. I am going back to accompany him."
Hearing this somewhat mournful comment, Ye Anran felt an ache in her heart and said with a faint smile, "Mo Yangyang, as good friends, do you think you should invite me to your home tonight?"
At Ye Anran's words, Mo Yangyang's eyes lit up immediately, "Sure, Sister! I'll ask the kitchen to prepare lots of dishes. Why not come to my house for dinner tonight… Ah, by the way, what food do you like, Sister? Our chefs at home are far better than those at Brother Shike's place. Their food is so delicious. It's not far away either, you must be bored all by yourself here..."
Mo Yangyang was excited as if he had made an important discovery and spoke rapidly with eagerness.
Mo Shike: ...