"Stop eating, you eat by yourself!" Jiang Baizhou glanced at him lightly and got up without a trace of hesitation.
"Then where are you going? Is Nie Cenjin calling you?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Baizhou looked back at him but didn't reply. Seeing this, Lu Xize pouted, "Sure enough, Cen Jin is not an ordinary person; one call from her makes you stop eating."
Jiang Baizhou stood still, his hands sliding into his pant pockets. His strong outline displayed a relaxed expression, his eyes slightly narrowed with a hint of mockery, "What? Are you getting jealous?"
"..."
Lu Xize gasped, his face instantly darkened, goosebumps rising all over, and he disdainfully dropped his chopsticks, rubbing his arms, "Ugh! Can you not disgust me while eating? Hurry up, go, go find your dearly beloved Nie Cenjin. And also, if you're still sick, don't come to the clinic, to avoid infecting the patients; or else, our clinic will be blamed."
