The agreed time was noon, but Zhang Fusheng still went back to the Martial Arts Dojo first.
He headed straight to the fourth floor.
No sign of Niu Dali, while Chen Yuque and Lin Dongxi were eating breakfast around a small wooden table.
Both of them looked over simultaneously, their gazes not quite right, with a touch of elusive coldness.
Zhang Fusheng seemed oblivious, sat down by the wooden table, grabbed a meat bun from Lin Dongxi's plate, and stuffed it into his stomach in two or three bites.
Previously, Lin Dongxi would have cried 'pervert' and pounced like a wild animal, yet now he was motionless.
"What did Senior Brother say to you?"
Zhang Fusheng took another piece of fried dough stick in front of Chen Yuque, eating while asking.
He wanted to reach for the soy milk but was held back by a fair hand.
Chen Yuque stared at her little junior brother who had only recently entered:
"He didn't say much, just showed us some profiles, your profile."
