"All you know is eating." Qian pushed Chen Zilong aside and said to Teng Shuixian, "Even though frozen and ripe have different tastes, they're both the same pear. People are the same too. At different times, with different statuses, the way you express feelings will definitely be different."
Teng Shuixian was taken aback by Qian's words, holding the blackened frozen pear, and turned to leave.
"See you tomorrow."
"Qian'er, didn't you say she should stay overnight? How come you're letting Shuixian leave in the dark? It's not safe. Minglang, why don't you drive her home?" Jia Xiufang said worriedly.
Yu Minglang didn't answer directly but looked at Qian. Qian shook her head, so he said nothing.
"It's alright, there's someone picking her up at the gate."
Jia Xiufang was still uneasy, so she walked Shuixian to the gate, and sure enough, within two minutes, a Bentley drove up.
