Facing Song Xiaoxin's invitation, Sheng Shuai smirked unconvincingly, "I really don't dare, you guys enjoy your meal, I have things to do, so I'm heading out first."
"Pfft, are you sick, Sheng Shuai? It's not like I have hair growing on my face, are you that afraid to spend time with me?" Song Xiaoxin said, clearly unhappy.
To be honest, not only was Song Xiaoxin not unpleasant to look at, but she was also a mixed-race beauty. Both her figure and face were extraordinary, and countless men dreamt of inviting her out for dinner. However, very few men caught her eye, and although Sheng Shuai was one of them, he always kept a respectful distance, much to her annoyance!
"Son, wait a minute!" Sheng Kun saw Sheng Shuai leaving and said, "I apologize, Xiao Xin, Uncle Kun still has some things to explain. It looks like we'll have to accompany you for dinner next time."
