Leng Zirui was about to say something more, but Luo Xiaoqian had already come out carrying two plates of cooked spaghetti, placing them in front of the two men, then brought out her own portion.
Sitting in the seat furthest from Luo Ke, Luo Xiaoqian's gaze was fixed solely on Leng Zirui.
"You said earlier, there's news about Zimo?"
"Zimo?" Leng Zirui deliberately repeated the name she had mentioned in awkward Chinese, "Who's he?"
"It's who you just called 'Emperor Leng.' " Luo Xiaoqian frowned as she reminded him.
"Oh, I remember now, I did say that." Leng Zirui used a fork to spear some spaghetti, "I was referring to an Italian music group."
"You..." Luo Xiaoqian's fork heavily fell onto the plate, "Are you lying to me?!"
Leng Zirui stuffed the vegetables on his fork into his mouth, "I'm not lying to you, I told you the truth, they really are called 'Emperor Leng,' if you don't believe me, you can ask Luo Ke, Mr. Luo Ke..."
