Entering the restaurant, Tang Ming saw Tang Xinhai sitting at a table with an unhappy face, eating with the same voracity as himself.
"Hey, Tang, what's wrong?"
Tang Ming walked up to Tang Xinhai and asked curiously, "Could it be that those girls last night didn't serve you well? Why the long face?"
"Hmph! They served me too well, but then they were suddenly taken away, and I'm not happy about it."
Tang Xinhai snorted, checked the time, and said irritably, "There's still seven or eight hours left, what's the rush?"
"You... really are lecherous."
Tang Ming rolled his eyes, surprised that Tang Xinhai was angry over such a thing.
"I enjoy it! At my age, encountering so many young and fresh faces is rare. Not letting me enjoy it enough is too much."
