Si Chenli's expression worsened as he moved his lips, "I'm not that young anymore."
"Mm... I feel okay, about the same as you." Sang Qiao pondered for a moment and didn't think they were old.
These days, chefs and bodyguards in their thirties, forties, and fifties were everywhere, and they were just in their twenties—still young.
"But I have a girlfriend." Si Chenli said, his tone unconsciously tinted with a hint of smugness, though it wasn't obvious.
Sang Qiao: "..." So he was bragging about them just to show off himself?
The man continued unhurriedly, "They should find someone too, considering how diligently they work for you. I'll arrange that."
Chef Xiao Zhang, who was just serving the dishes, was baffled: "?"
Once the food was served, Sang Qiao didn't continue the topic with him and didn't take it to heart.
After dinner, Si Chenli still hadn't planned to leave, and it was gradually getting dark.
Sang Qiao: "Aren't you going back?"
