The late-night snack Zhou Weichi brought for Mo Shangjun was honestly a bit much.
Besides pan-fried dumplings, there was fried rice, pan-fried buns and some snacks, all the kind of stuff that fills you up easily. With a grand sweep of her hand, Mo Shangjun called Ya Tianxing over to eat together.
Coincidentally, the barbecue from earlier had gone cold, and Ya Tianxing hadn't been satisfied eating that. Now that all the late-night snacks Zhou Weichi brought were piping hot, this should finally satisfy him.
Ya Tianxing didn't stand on ceremony, split the food with her, and by the way also finished off the two bottles of mineral water in the room.
Full and watered.
They had just tidied up the table when Ya Tianxing's phone rang again.
Ya Tianxing went off to the side to take the call, while Mo Shangjun, very content, continued playing her game.
