Bai Qingyu originally had some expectations in her heart, but Shen Lang's attitude left her very disappointed.
Just as Bai Qingyu was about to say something.
"Gurgle, gurgle..."
An untimely sound was heard, and Shen Lang glanced at Bai Qingyu, unable to hold back a laugh, "Your stomach growled."
Bai Qingyu's face turned bright red, her expression stiff, and she snapped, "What's so strange about that? I'm hungry."
Shen Lang found it somewhat amusing; this serious woman was quite straightforward.
Seeing that Shen Lang remained silent and only knew how to tease her, Bai Qingyu felt uncomfortable. She thought to herself, "I'm at least a beautiful woman with a face that could launch a thousand ships, yet this guy doesn't even know to offer me a meal. What a blockhead."
"Someone promised to treat me to a meal this morning, but I guess he forgot all about it," Bai Qingyu pouted.