813 Doesnst Get Tired of Chicken Wings (2/2)

'Forget it,' he thought. He shall overlook this and not be petty. He had sent her home and did Third Yan a favor. He wasn't hoping to hear any gratitude from her.

Ming Ansheng felt much better and glanced at Su Yue. ”Su Yue, hurry up and go home. Your third sister-in-law will be here shortly.”

Su Yue finally noticed Ming Ansheng and uttered 'oh' in response.

She carried the container and went inside.

”Su Yue, I'll go back first.”

Qi Lei didn't follow her and bade her goodbye. He watched her for a while before stuffing his hands into his pockets and left.

His lanky figure slowly diminished in the horizon. Ming Ansheng watched him—he was lost in his thoughts.

He glanced at the building and watched as the door closed. He furrowed his eyebrows and muttered, ”This lass, why doesn't she get tired of chicken wings.”

She had eaten almost a dozen chicken wings in the afternoon, and yet she wants to eat more.

He shook his head; he felt baffled. He was getting old indeed, and it was almost impossible to understand teens these days.

He pressed the ignition button and activated the car.

He made a turn and drove towards the exit of the district.

A taxi stopped outside the district and a familiar figure came out of the taxi. Ming Ansheng slowed down and stopped the car. He wound his windows down. ”Wen Xuxu!”

”Ming Ansheng?” Xuxu was surprised to see Ming Ansheng. As she strode towards him, she spoke, ”You sent Su Yue home?”

”Yup.” Ming Ansheng nodded. ”She just went up.”

Xuxu smiled. ”Sorry for troubling you.”

Ming Ansheng joked. ”If only Third Yan has half of your manners, I would be contented.”