What's that even supposed to mean?
Jiang Shuyao waved her hand weakly.
Forget it, forget it, the more she explained the further off-topic she got, so she just sat in the backseat.
Someone sprawled out, taking up most of the space, squinting his eyes and watching her with ill-concealed schadenfreude.
Not long after, Old Jiang's voice came from the front seat again.
"Yan has lost weight too. I really don't know what you kids eat at home all day."
Jiang Shuyao's eyelid twitched guiltily.
Thinking of that crayfish meal that almost poisoned her to death, she broke out in goosebumps.
As for the guy next to her, he seemed to find everything delicious, how could he have lost weight?
The girl glanced over covertly, gave Pei Yan a quick once-over, furrowed her brow in thought for a moment, then nodded to herself.
Hmm, he did indeed seem a bit thinner.
As January came to a close, New Year's Eve was drawing near.
