In the Blue Eagle Mountain campsite, other than Ye Xin, who was still sulking, almost everyone was immersed in the atmosphere of a happy dinner. The faces of this group of young people were filled with easily satisfied happiness.
City H, Grand Emperor Hotel.
Mo Xi, who had been standing guard beside Mo Qian and had already helped him block several waves of unimportant greetings, turned to look at Mo Qian when he saw their target for the night. He said in a deep voice, "Young master, Ye Zheng is here."
Upon hearing this, Mo Qian tidied his sleeves indifferently and said without raising his head, "Don't worry, he'll be here soon."
As he spoke, he picked up the Western desserts from an exquisite plate on the table. After taking a bite, he ordered some more. From his expression, he seemed to think it was not bad.
