Ye Jinyang was somewhat angry, glaring at Ye Chenxi and throwing down a line, "Your mind is really filthy."
He didn't even eat the barbecue, just went straight back to the car.
Left behind, Ye Chenxi stood there, raising an eyebrow, his face extremely awkward.
It turned out he was overthinking it.
Anyway, Jinyang was also a big kid; he should know the limits in what he does.
If he suddenly asked him such a question, it would be strange if he wasn't angry.
He dejectedly went back to his original position, just sat down, and Tang Fei asked him, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing!" He sank his face, made a bowl of barbecue, and brought it to Ye Jinyang.
The little young master was sleeping in the car, face all cold.
Ye Chenxi opened the car door and handed over the barbecue, "Eat something, I'll take you all fishing later."
Ye Jinyang gave him a cold look, turned his head away, "Not eating."
"Yangyang."
"I said I'm not eating."
Ye Chenxi, "..."
