There was simply no room for you here at the table, mr. guy. This domestic moment was going to continue no matter how many sour lemons your face was currently consuming. "I appreciate you," An Zhe told him softly. For the offer and for stepping in. There were so many ways that Lu Feng was helpful.

Briefly, An Zhe glanced back at the guy who had been shooting his shot. "Oh. I have plans for the foreseeable future."

The man's expression soured even more, and An Zhe simply looked at him. There was nothing else to be said here. After a few more moments of silence, it seemed to dawn on him that this was the case. An Zhe wasn't sure how it happened, but the puckering seemed to intensify and he finally made a move to angrily slither past Lu Feng.