"I'm serious. With someone as delicate as you running a big company, once you go there, I'm afraid you'll run back here."
"Don't worry, I can swallow the same food you do. Don't underestimate me, okay?" Nangong Bing said with her head held high.
"You're really going?" Lin Zifeng repeated.
After all, the environment at the food stall was nowhere near as good as the hotels she usually frequented. There was almost every type of person at the food stalls, especially a lot of hooligans.
"Stop dithering. I want to see if this food stall you're talking about is as terrifying as you say. It's just a meal, right? It can't be as scary as you make it out to be. If you guys can eat there, I, Nangong Bing, can eat there too."
"Hey, anyone can talk big. Boasting doesn't cost a thing." Lin Zifeng said with a shrug, indifferent.
"You—" she was just about to explode in anger, but took several deep breaths and managed to quell the rising fury.