"Who's here?" Guan Yu stared at the screen of his mobile phone in a daze, Wang Zhencould not help asking.

"Oh, a friend of mine." Guan Yu put his cell phone in his pocket and apologetically said, "I have something to do. I'm afraid I can't invite you to dinner this noon. Let's have dinner tonight."

It's more important than having dinner with brothers, and Guan Yu's mouth also shows a slight trivial smile. The seventh sense of a man tells Wang Zhen that it's a woman who texts.

"If you have something to do, go ahead and eat in a hurry." Tian Hao did not have as much as...