Chapter 527 - Mr. Nian, Your Girlfriend Is Sitting Right There. Isn’t It Inappropriate for You to Say That? (2/2)

Trembling, Qiao Xue put the food into his mouth with a pair of clean chopsticks.

Luosang watched coldly. After Nian Junting started chewing, she said, “Mr. Nian, I can’t believe that you’re actually eating in a place like this. They only have a C grade for hygiene. I’m afraid you have no idea that they never wash their vegetables, and their ham is the cheapest kind, about 30 cents a piece. I think it’s made from sick pigs or even rats. Oh, and that tofu contains lots of antibiotics. Also, I heard that the meatball you just ate is the same as eating a condom. Do you get it? The bowl that you’re using isn’t sterilized. It’s not even clean. As for disposable chopsticks, I think you’re aware that they’re all recycled. They collect used chopsticks, wash them with water, and then resell them.”

The more she said, the darker Nian Junting’s face became. At last, he bent over and spat that meatball out. After that, he glared at Luosang coldly and said, “Xu Luosang, how can you eat in such a dirty place? Aren’t you afraid that this food might give you infertility?”

“What is that to you? I’m your ex-girlfriend. If you’re gonna have kids, I won’t be their mother.” Luosang sneered. “Also, call me Miss Xu. After all, we have nothing to do with each other anymore.”

Nian Junting’s lips trembled slightly. He wanted to argue with her but didn’t know how, so he said, “We surely have something to do with each other. You’re my ex-girlfriend, so we can get back together. According to experts’ research, ninety percent of couples get back together after they break up. If we get back together someday, you having infertility will be troublesome for me.”

Luosang had never seen such a shameless man. He had dumped her, and now he talked about getting back together.

Yan Su couldn’t help but remind him, “Mr. Nian, your girlfriend is sitting right there. Isn’t it inappropriate for you to say that?”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” said Qiao Xue with tearful eyes.

Yan Su didn’t know how to respond.

Luosang raised a hand and said, “Bill, please.”

The restaurant owner quickly walked over. “Sure.”