Huo Jinnan took the communal chopsticks and helped Qin Mochuan pick up the spiciest dish with a set of chopsticks, "Uncle Three, do not impose on others what you yourself do not desire, I’ll say this only once."
"..."
Qin Mochuan stared at Huo Jinnan, could it be that he knew everything?
Huo Jinnan put down the communal chopsticks, picked up a towel, wiped his hands, then rolled up his sleeves. "As for the aftermath of the rear-end collision and the compensation, I’ve taken care of the money for Uncle Three and will settle the matter. I once promised Uncle Three that I could help you once, with whatever it is."
Qin Mochuan watched Huo Jinnan, unsure if he had any evidence, "Anan, what do you an by that? Uncle Three doesn’t understand."
Huo Jinnan stood up, walked over to Qin Mochuan, raised his hand to tidy up his collar, then took the towel from Qin Mochuan’s right side, placed it on his face, and wiped the area around his temples, "Uncle Three, you’re sweating."
"..."
Qin Mochuan sat rigidly in place, unmoving.
After wiping, Huo Jinnan threw the towel down onto the table with a "smack," "I once told soone that I have three bottom lines, Commander, Huo Minhan, and Che Huan. Whoever touches my bottom lines, I’ll teach them how to write the word regret. If Uncle Three truly doesn’t understand, go buy so copybooks and practice these two words."
After speaking to this extent, Qin Mochuan stood up, "I have so matters to attend to, I’ll be leaving first."
"No need to see you off!"
Huo Jinnan’s expression turned icy cold.
Qin Mochuan left the private room, closed his eyes, stood there and steadied his emotions, not expecting to have used up his only chance to ask for help!
He had originally wanted to save it for Tongtong.
At tis like these, one can only swallow bitter pills in silence!
He took out his phone and made a call to Fang Tong, "Tongtong, I’m leaving first and will wait for you in the car."
Fang Tong hung up the phone, put it into her handbag, and placed it on the washstand. While washing her hands, she looked toward the stall Che Huan had entered, listening to coughs, each heavier than the last, squeezed out so hand sanitizer, and washed her hands slowly.
It’s not like she really had lung cancer, yet she coughed so severely, was this what they called a psychological effect?
With a sneer, she muttered under her breath, "Che Huan, just you wait. Soon, I will replace you and take everything away from you."
Thinking thus, she curved her lips in a smirk, applied another layer of lipstick, and smiled at her reflection in the mirror, very pleased with her exquisite makeup today.
Che Huan ca out and saw Fang Tong, her face no longer carrying the polite facade from earlier when there were more people.
Fang Tong turned around and faced Che Huan, putting her lipstick back into her bag, "Miss Che, what’s wrong? Your cough sounded so fierce, like you were coughing up blood."
"None of your business."
Che Huan replied coolly, walked straight past her, walked up to the washstand, and started washing her hands with the sanitizer.
Fang Tong stood aside, watching, "Are you feeling especially smug now?"
Che Huan ignored her, finished washing her hands, opened the bathroom door, and walked straight out, sitting down next to Huo Jinnan, "Why did Uncle Three leave?"
Huo Jinnan saw Fang Tong co out, and said softly, "He’s getting on in years, his stomach isn’t very good, perhaps he can’t handle the spicy food."
Che Huan glanced at his expression, clearly aware that he wasn’t telling the truth, yet she smiled and played along, "Isn’t Uncle Three fond of the dishes here?"
Just then, Fang Tong walked up to Huo Jinnan, "Mr. Huo, I’ll go check on my adoptive father. I just saw Sister Huanhuan coughing fiercely in the restroom, she seed to be in a lot of discomfort, she should be alright, shouldn’t she?"
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