"How do you like this story?"
Zhang Xu Yang looked expectantly at Xu Shilong.
Xu Shilong closed the notebook in his hand and gave him a thumbs up.
"Awesome."
"Hehe, there's another one that my mom took away."
Zhang Xu Yang spoke with a hint of pride and then bowed his head, devouring the food in his bowl.
He was sitting at his desk, while Xu Shilong was sitting on his bed.
By this time, the world outside the window had turned completely dark, the streetlights just beginning to glow.
"Xiao Long."
"What's up?"
Xu Shilong, who was looking out the window, turned his gaze back.
The light fell on Zhang Xu Yang's face; there was a grain of rice on the corner of his mouth, but at that moment, his expression was very serious.
It looked so funny that Xu Shilong couldn't help but laugh.
"Don't laugh, be serious, I'm talking to you about something."
"Oh, okay." Xu Shilong stifled his laughter.
