ZHAO CHENG picked a huge chicken leg and bit it without caring for his image. Aside from the fact that he really didn't care, the people here wouldn't really judge him, no matter how bad his table manner was.
"Ah Cheng, do you want a drink? Tea or soda?"
Zhao Cheng turned to the person who had just spoke. The other still had that gentle kind of handsomeness that he remembered from years back. Especially since the other seemed to hardly age at all. Now standing side by side with him, who would believe that the other was actually the older one between them?
"It's fine, Brother Yue. I'll just get it later," he said, his voice a bit muffled by chewing the chicken leg he's eating.
Jiang Yue chuckled. He was glad that Zhao Cheng was still the same, still a very 'my pace' kind of guy. It made him think that nothing had really changed. But then he remembered Yuan Xing and was reminded that there were things that did change.