It was past eight o'clock at night when Luo Xiu took a taxi back to Sea City Riviera.
Unexpectedly, upon entering, he found several women enjoying hotpot, chatting and laughing merrily.
"Good god… Are you all really a bunch of herbivores?!"
Heartbroken, Luo Xiu said, "I was locked up, nearly forced to sew for a living in prison, and you all still have the nerve to sit here enjoying hotpot?"
"You're heartless!"
"Touch your consciences and ask if they hurt!"
Seeing the aggrieved Luo Xiu, the women couldn't help but let out charming laughter.
Even the usually icy Wu Xin had a trace of a smile on her face.
Sun Li, wearing fluffy slippers, trotted over with a grin. She grabbed Luo Xiu's shoulders, pushed him to the table to sit down, and then fetched him a bowl and chopsticks.
"Don't be sad, Xiu. We only just heard you'd been released, so we prepared this hotpot to celebrate."
Luo Xiu touched his nose, half-believing. "Really?"
"Yes, really!"
