Chapter 973 — Feng Xiaoxiao's Idea
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In the instant Wei Zhao moved, a faint sweetness welled up in Feng Xiaoxiao's heart. Wei Zhao still looked after her—he still cared about her! Though his manner toward her was a bit cool, if she were truly in trouble, he would never stand idly by.
"Oh, just some thug," Wei Zhao said. "He has a brain-dead younger brother named Zou Ruoming—you know him."
"Oh, Zou Ruoming. I thought he knew someone formidable!" At hearing he was Zou Ruoming's brother, Feng Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief.
"Uh..." The man was rather at a loss. He had thought that naming a rather formidable thug would make Wei Zhao back down, but he never expected that Wei Zhao actually knew the man.
"Who else do you know? If that's all, you can get lost." Wei Zhao released the man's hand, not regarding him in the least.
The man hesitated a moment, then slipped dejectedly out of the beef noodle house—apparently judging that he was no match for Wei Zhao and deciding that of the thirty-six stratagems, flight was best.
"Thank you both so much!" Chen Xi's mother had thought that before she died she would leave behind a mountain of debt; in the depths of despair, she had never expected someone to stand up for her and her daughter. Thank goodness these two were worldly and knowledgeable, had seen through the man's fraud, and had managed to scare him off—otherwise, mother and daughter would truly not have known what to do.
"Thank you, brother, thank you, sister..." Chen Xi dried her tears, bowed politely to Wei Zhao and Feng Xiaoxiao, and said solemnly.
"It was nothing," Feng Xiaoxiao said. "Just be more careful from now on."
"Mm!" Chen Xi nodded gratefully, but at the sight of the broken bowl of beef noodles on the floor, she could not help feeling a pang of distress. She turned to her mother. "Mom, shall we order another bowl?"
"No need. We have already tasted it, so we know what it is like. Let us not waste money!" Chen Xi's mother naturally did not want her daughter to spend any more.
"This bowl of mine is untouched. I cannot finish it anyway, so here, take it!" A gleam came into Feng Xiaoxiao's eyes, and she carried the bowl of beef noodles from her table over to Chen Xi and her mother.
"This... how could we?" Chen Xi's mother was taken aback and hurriedly declined.
"I want to share a bowl with him, auntie. You heard me say so just now, did you not?" Feng Xiaoxiao leaned close to Chen Xi's mother's ear and whispered, "Just do me this favor, would you?"
"This..." Chen Xi's mother had indeed heard Feng Xiaoxiao say she wanted to share a bowl of noodles with Wei Zhao, so she did not doubt her words now. It was only that... she could neither agree nor refuse!
If she agreed, she would be taking something from someone for nothing; if she refused, the girl had already asked her for a favor, and she had just done her a great service besides. How could she bring herself to say no?
Before Chen Xi's mother could say anything, Feng Xiaoxiao had already turned and gone back to her seat, where she said to Wei Zhao cheerfully, "Now the two of us have no choice but to share one bowl of noodles!"