Yu Ziqi lived in the same area as Xia Xibei and the others now, residing in the neighboring block.
Shi Qinghui had excused herself because something had come up, so he had to go home on his own.
Now that Qiao Yanjue was going to take Xia Xibei back home, it shouldn’t be too much of a problem to take him along with them.
Qiao Yanjue gave the plump, silly-looking boy a glance, left with no choice but to nod, “Sure, you can come with us.”
“Thank you, brother Qiao!”
“Whoof!” Asura barked along, wagging its tail politely.
Qiao Yanjue had a headache just from looking at the human-dog pair.
“Then I’ll go back to the shop and meet my mom,” Song Jiaren said.
“Alright then, let’s go,” Mo Bonan nodded, gesturing to Tang Luo. “We should go back too.”
Tang Luo nodded and followed Mo Bonan on his way out, a placid look on his face.
When they entered the elevator, out of nowhere, Qiao Yanjue remarked, “Isn’t Tang too skinny?”
Having been mentioned out of the blue, Tang Luo raised his head abruptly and stared at him in shock and bafflement.
Qiao Yanjue looked towards Mo Bonan with a smile, “He’s eighteen already, isn’t he? But don’t you think he’s way too skinny?”
The disparity seemed even more obvious when he walked beside Mo Bonan.
Mo Bonan was about Qiao Yanjue’s height, which was around 1.85 meters or so. He wasn’t robust, but he had the sturdy build of a mature man.
Tang Luo, on the other hand, was an eighteen-year-old young man and about Xia Xibei’s height, almost as skinny as her too.
From the back, their waists looked equally slim.
Xia Xibei was a girl, so her being skinny was alright. But didn’t Tang Luo look a bit flimsy for his age? Did the Mo family not feed him enough?
Upon being reminded of this by Qiao Yanjue, Mo Bonan turned around to look at the tense Tang Luo, realizing that he really was very skinny.
“Don’t you usually eat?”
He seldom ate with Tang Luo in the past, so he had no idea what his appetite was like.
After today, it seemed like this brat really didn’t know how to take care of himself.
“Of course I eat!” Tang Luo immediately replied, “But like Xibei, I don’t get fat from eating.”
Song Jiaren and Yu Ziqi, who got fat even without eating, exclaimed, “Ouch, that hurts!”
“Then it’s either you don’t eat enough, or you don’t exercise enough,” Qiao Yanjue continued. “Mr. Mo, it seems like you have to take better care of your little brother.”
Mo Bonan shot a glance at Qiao Yanjue, forcing an ambiguous smile on his face as he replied, “Thank you for caring, Master Jue.”
“No problem,” Qiao Yanjue nodded with a smile.
To the side, Tang Luo couldn’t help but clench his fists, fighting back the urge to punch Qiao Yanjue in the face.
Why did he care if he was fat or skinny?!
They got into the car, arriving at Mo’s house in silence.
Tang Luo had originally thought that the matter was over and done with. However, he heard a knock on his door right after he finished showering.
He was caught unaware, hastily putting on his clothes. After making sure that everything was fine, he opened the door.
Mo Bonan was standing there, and as he looked at Tang Luo, who was still damp from the shower, making his face look delicate, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.
“Brother Bonan, what’s wrong?” Tang Luo asked gingerly, his heart skipping a beat.
“I asked just now, you don’t eat much.”
Mo Bonan’s words baffled Tang Luo.
“Boys can’t be this skinny.” With Tang Luo’s bewildered, nervous gaze pinned on him, Mo Bonan started ordering him, “Tomorrow morning at 6, running or swimming, you choose.”
Tang Luo finally understood what he meant, inhaling a sharp breath as he protested, “I don’t want to!”
Mo Bonan frowned and looked at him with displeasure.
“They told me you were too weak, and that you became sick just a few months ago. You can’t keep living this way; you have to start training!”