After dinner, Xiao Feng grabbed Zhao Guo'an, who was trying to sneak away early.
"Old Xiao, what are you up to?" Zhao Guo'an asked with a fake smile, playing dumb.
Xiao Feng squinted his eyes: "I remember someone once patted their chest and assured me that mint candy had no side effects, right?"
"Absolutely not!" Zhao Guo'an said righteously: "Who told you that, you go find them, just don't find me."
"Do you think playing dumb still means anything now?"
"...No."
"Then just be straightforward and clarify things."
Zhao Guo'an sighed, pulling a long face: "Honestly, it's not that I'm not competent, but rather your expectations are simply impossible to meet.
Wanting to experience high-intensity stimulation without paying the price is like wanting a car to run without spending money on fuel; do you think that's possible?"
"It's possible." Xiao Feng nodded seriously: "For example, I take a cab to leave, and you reimburse my fare."
