Zhu Zhu thought, if Meng Jingyi were still alive, whether it was Xiao Heng or Meng Jingheng, she'd definitely hope they'd be happy!
So Zhu Zhu switched on God-tier wingman mode. "Boss, I want some shrimp too, peel a few for me, yeah?"
Zhu Zhu's voice was neither too loud nor too soft; normally even the table next to them could hear it.
Meng Jingyi, "…"
Zhu Zhu, did you come here just to dig holes for me to jump into?
They saw Xiao Heng elegantly wiping his hands, not even lifting his eyelids. "Are your hands broken?"
Zhu Zhu protested in dissatisfaction, "Boss, you're so biased. You only peel for Jingheng, not for me."
What, Xiao Heng is peeling shrimp for Meng Jingheng?
Finally understanding what Zhu Zhu meant, veins popped up on the back of Ye Zhi Ning's pale hand. She just wanted to come take a look at Xiao Heng—why did they have to humiliate her like this?
Good for you, Meng Jingheng. After I treated you so well before, you repay kindness with revenge like this!
