Chapter 430 Du Zhenhua's Fury

What happens when you dine in a restaurant with a man wearing lipstick and a rose hairpin?

Ge Zhengxiang felt he was the most qualified to answer this question.

"Brother, are you engaging in some kind of performance art?"

Ge Zhengxiang, feeling nearly buried in the bowl of porridge in front of him amid the strange glances occasionally cast by his comrades, peered over the edge of the bowl at Wu Shaohan.

In stark contrast to Ge Zhengxiang's discomfort, Wu Shaohan appeared much more composed.

Sitting up straight, pinching a fork, he elegantly speared a piece of apple and placed it into his bright red lips, chewing slowly and savoring the flavor of the apple, oblivious to all the strange glances around him.

"You could say that, many people do. Maybe it's a kind of performance art, but to me, it's just a perfectly normal habit."

Only after he'd swallowed the apple did he answer Ge Zhengxiang's question.