"Yeah. I remember." It should have probably been creepy to him, but it wasn't really. They had established by now that Meng Yao was a creep, they had also established that Xue Yang was in charge of him. He felt no threat, instead he felt a strange kind of warmth. He ate one dumpling himself, then fed Meng Yao another one.

Wetting his lips, he followed an instinct and finally asked. "What's your name?"