Qiao Mu quickly pinched Qi Xuanxuan's petite face when she saw that the latter looked like she was about to cry. "Xuanxuan, nothing will happen to me."
"Ah, that's right. I still have half a roasted fish left. Do you want it?" Qiao Mu fished out the remaining half of the roasted fish from her sleeve and stuffed it into Qi Xuanxuan's hands.
As a veteran foodie, Qi Xuanxuan knew at once that this fish had been half-burnt. It didn't smell like it would taste all that great either.
But even so, the foodie could not resist the temptation of food.
Qi Xuanxuan quickly took it and commented while bobbing her head, "I haven't eaten at all today."
"Why didn't you?" Qiao Mu creased her brows.
"How can I eat anything when I have no idea whether you're dead or alive?" Qi Xuanxuan's vigor had improved after she saw that Qiao Mu had returned without any injuries.
