Wen Zixing also feels that he is too stingy, everyone is just too withdrawn and has a few friends, and everyone's life trajectory is different, how can anyone make friends only with each other? That's not a friend, it's a couple.
Even Wen Zixing himself had some friends that Lu Yaoyao didn't know.
He was just upset, Lu Yaoyao didn't think that he would leave with his new friend so easily.
Afterwards, he recalled that Lu Yaoyao didn't have new friends and forgotten old friends, she was obviously "tempted" by the delicious food.
Oh, a foodie!
Wen Zixing does not admit that he is naive, he thinks Lu Yaoyao, who will be taken away by food, is naive!
So the two naive ghosts blame each other on who is more naive.
When the inn was bustling with excitement, after saying goodbye to Lu Yaoyao and his party, Zhong Dong didn't walk around, but returned to the City Lord's Mansion.
Just as he approached the steps in front of the majestic and majestic door, the vermilion door slowly opened, and a handsome man in gray and black clothes appeared from the door.
When he saw Zhong Dong, he was overjoyed and said respectfully, "Master, come back!"
Zhong Shishi carefully looked at the young master's face, and when he observed that his expression was relaxed, he was no longer depressed, and put a stone in his heart.
He is the young master's personal servant. It stands to reason that when the young master goes out, he should follow him every step of the way. Whenever the young master is in a bad mood, he will go out to eat alone, without anyone with him.
At this point, even the city lord can't beat the young master.
Zhong Dong didn't know what to think when he saw Zhong Shishi, his brisk smile faded a little, but he didn't play a temper on him.
He asked softly, "Where's A-Niang? How is she?"
Zhong Shishi hurriedly said: "The city lord is not angry with the young master. The city lord has already invited the Murong family away, but the city lord is very worried about you, young master..."
Zhong Dong walked in the footsteps of his living courtyard for a while, and then he turned to the main courtyard, "I'll go see A-Niang."
If it is said that there is a conflict between the mother and the son this time, this matter is said to be no.
City Lord Zhong felt that when his only son should get married, he intentionally found a good marriage for him.
City Lord Zhong wanted to find a female cultivator who was right in line with him and had good looks. However, Zhong Dong couldn't cultivate. He was just a mere mortal with an ugly appearance. Even if he had the identity of the city owner's son, people could not avoid it.
In the end, only the Murong family was interested in marrying Luo Tiancheng. The woman was a remote branch of the Murong family, and her cultivation talent was not high, but she was above the top. She was extremely proud in front of him, and she unabashedly looked down on him.
Not to mention that Zhong Dong had no desire to marry a wife, even if he did, he would not marry such a female cultivator.
City Lord Zhong didn't want to give up easily, even if the woman was just a sidekick, she was the one with the best family background in the idea of marriage.
The girl from the Murong family came to Luotian City with the caravan and lived in the City Lord's Mansion, which suddenly caused a conflict between mother and son.
Zhong Dong was in a bad mood, so he walked out alone to eat delicious food to relieve his worries.
He was very annoyed before, but at this time he was very grateful for this farce. If he wasn't in a bad mood to go out tonight, he wouldn't have met a friend who didn't hate him.
Thinking of this, Zhong Dong's smile deepened.
"My son!" City Lord Zhong was very happy to see Zhong Dong, and because of some things, his attitude was quite cautious, "It was my mother who was ill-conceived and made my son feel wronged. You can rest assured that they will not appear again."
Zhong Dong shook his head: "Aniang, it's alright, I know that Aniang loves me."
Saying that, Zhong Dong revealed a more and more distorted smile, "Auntie, I have friends!".