C218 What the Hell

"No." Zhuang Tingyou lowered her head to marinate the meat. She smiled and said, "But I guess you don't want to go out now. Help me cut the meat. You will cut it, right?"

"Okay." Zhang Meng agreed readily. He washed his hands and dried them. "By the way, where did you go in the afternoon? You asked for the car keys and didn't drive. I called Su Ho and you didn't pick up. Your expression at noon.