Mo Huaifeng became conscious of the gazes from the people around on him, and his brows involuntarily knitted tighter and tighter. His voice was also completely cold. "Faster."
The several of them did not speak and quickened their footsteps, moving towards the VIP waiting lounge.
This impatient behavior of Mo Huaifeng was completely different from what Ji Zhiyao had seen before, and he could not help but stare, slightly astonished at the back view of the young man. Nuo, who was beside him, squeezed over, looked over following his line of vision, and said with some hints of realization, "Brother, hold tight."
Ji Zhiyao looked up surprised. "Is Fi-god usually so… fierce?" The last time they met, though Mo Huaifeng's act of dragging him to play Ludo was a little strange, his attitude was undoubtedly very friendly…
Nuo replied. "No no no, this is Captain's morning temper. He's like this when he can't wake up properly."
