Sheng Shushu snorted in her heart, looking at him as if he wasn't a serious person, and indeed he wasn't. This kind of pick-up line was so old-fashioned, she had seen it too many times.
Originally, Sheng Shushu didn't want to pay him any attention, but then she suddenly changed her mind, smiled and said, "I think you look familiar too."
Feng Jing's peach blossom eyes crinkled up as he smiled, "Right?"
Sheng Shushu nodded earnestly, "The duck you ordered at the nightclub last time, was it you?"
Feng Jing was clearly taken aback.
Behind him came a suppressed chuckle.
Feng Jing looked back, "Laugh at what?"
Ayang had not held back just now but had since regained his composure, covering his mouth with a hand and coughing before continuing with his book.