Xizeer glanced at Kang Chen: "Are you really that nice? Why do I feel this meal won't be easy to enjoy?"
Kang Chen slammed the table: "Get lost."
Xizeer stood up as he spoke: "Fine, I'll get lost."
Kang Chen was extremely frustrated, "Hey... you sit down."
Xizeer sat back down, his handsome yet slightly youthful face resembled Kang Chen's in a number of ways, but unlike Kang Chen's heroic vibe, Xizeer possessed some delicacy and elegance, with a grace Kang Chen didn't have. Perhaps in a couple of years, when his youthful awkwardness fades, he would become exceptional.
Kang Chen sighed: "You're just asking for a beating, can't you just talk to me nicely?"
Xizeer snorted: "Recently, that's not possible. You should go and coax my mom back, or we can't continue this conversation."
