"Homosexual friendships? Who's homosexual? Who made friends!"
At the dinner table, Old Man Bai pleaded loudly with a sense of grievance.
The main reason was that Mrs. Tian apparently became a bit emotional, there were only two plates of green vegetables in front of him, and the meat dishes were far away from him.
Though the green vegetables in the retirement home were quite tasty.
But the two plates full of greens in front of him practically screamed, "I start at the beginning of the month and you follow at the mid-month, consider yourself warned."
Old Man Bai's expression was clearly a bit panicked.
Mrs. Tian's face inexplicably had a tinge of coldness.
"Mrs. Tian, don't be like this, I believe Mr. Bai," Zheng Fa persuaded from the side.
Old Man Bai nodded frantically, looking at Zheng Fa gratefully, feeling for the first time the warmth of male solidarity.
Zheng Fa added, "From what I know about Mr. Bai, that netizen should be a woman."
