At night, Qian Yikun had to bring Mo Fei out for dinner because he was working overtime. The two of them found a small restaurant. Mo Fei was not a picky eater while Qian Yikun was someone who was glad to even have food when he was busy.
Therefore, the two of them hit it off and found a roadside stall.
At 10 pm, there was basically no one in the store, and the news was still reporting about the fatal incident.
Qian Yikun ordered a few side dishes. One serving of soup and two servings of rice. Then, he waited for the dishes to be served.
Mo Fei held her chin and looked at the sky that was still drizzling with rain. "Ding Haobei is in hot soup this time."
Qian Yikun did not comment. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he would not feel anything even if this person died a hundred times over.
The dishes were served very quickly. Qian Yikun took a pair of chopsticks and passed it to Mo Fei. "You're in the limelight today."
