"Really?" Zhu Dawei exclaimed in surprise as he looked at Fang Hao, "If you liked Lan Yudie, I reckon you would have made a move long ago. Why wait until now?"
"Hmph." Fang Hao snorted, "I'm not interested in Lan Yudie. The main thing is..."
At this point, Fang Hao immediately choked back the words that were at the tip of his tongue, saying, "It's nothing!"
Fang Hao found it difficult and embarrassing to admit that his restaurant had been run out of business by a freshman from their first year, and what's more, the freshman had opened a bigger and more successful restaurant. His own restaurant had been driven to its end by their competition. He suspected that the guys in the dorm wouldn't sympathize with him, but would rather look down on him for not being able to outdo a freshman. Therefore, Fang Hao had no choice but to endure it.
While they were eating and drinking, suddenly, a guy with a buzz cut, wearing a white T-shirt, walked in.