Qin Mo's fingers stilled.
He never expected such a post from the youngster.
That guy was not completely without conscience.
But…
Qin Mo lifted his lids, glancing over at the fluffy ball of hair, pulling his phone aside. He wasn't interested in being a close brother.
"Why does it seem like the crowd is increasing?" Lin Feng toyed the rice in his plate as he eyed Yun Hu. "Hurry and eat. Should we escape once we're done?"
Yun Hu replied indifferently, "Mmh," before adding, "Pass me another rib."
"Here."
Lin Feng had originally wanted to place the rib onto Yun Hu's plate, but the moment he grabbed the ribs, Yun Hu tilted his body and bit the ribs of his chopsticks.
Lin Feng glanced at the distinctly sharp features on his face. Weren't they too close?
"What's wrong?" Yun Hu lifted a brow.
