C23 Chapter 23

Chen Dong's hand froze mid-air, chopsticks in hand, as he looked across at the man opposite him. He arched an eyebrow and inquired, "Are you talking to me?"

"I'm not talking to you, you waste of space. Who else would I be calling?" Zhang Qi slurred, blinking rapidly as he shoved his bowl forward. "Serve me some rice."

The three women at the table stopped in their tracks