Tong Ran pulled Mo Nanjue inside, reaching out to pat the dust off his sleeve, "Where did you go to smoke, took you so long?"
Mo Nanjue put an arm around her, "Why, did you miss me?"
Just then, Luo Tingsong walked by, quickly averting his eyes.
"...Don't hold me like that," Tong Ran pushed him away, "I'll go serve the dishes, you sit down first."
"Why should you serve the dishes?"
Mo Nanjue pulled her over to sit at the table, glancing at Fu Qingshuang who sat motionless, "It's not your job to serve here."
Fu Qingshuang bit her lower lip, feeling undoubtedly the most awkward sitting there. Luo Xiao wasn't fond of her, and everyone was there for Tong Ran. She hesitated for a moment, then still got up and headed to the kitchen, "Can I help you?"
Song Fang was frying peanuts, turned her head to give her a look that scared Fu Qingshuang back a few steps with jealousy in her eyes, "You're Fu Qingshuang, right?"
"Yes, yes, I am."
