Qin Lin was quite sharp-tongued, deliberately bantering with Sheng Tang, and didn't have any objections to the dinner gathering.
Zhou Yu could also cook a few dishes, so he went straight to the kitchen to help as soon as he arrived.
Sheng Tang and Qin Lin, like the men of the house, sat idly on the sofa chatting.
"...Seeing you in movies, I already thought you were beautiful, but in person, you're even prettier." Qin Lin clicked his tongue, "Did you get some work done? You used to be a little chubby girl."
Sheng Tang: "Since it's the New Year, I won't hit you! I wasn't ugly before either."
"But you were chubby!"
Sheng Tang: "..."
"Back then, you were so chubby that you could only wear certain styles of performance dresses," Qin Lin continued, "If you lost one, there was no replacement."
As soon as he mentioned these things, Sheng Tang's old and new grudges surged up together.
