The chicken leg was cooked, but since Sixth Elder had not returned, Ma Ling carefully put the food inside a clean plastic bag.
But that was not a problem.
He was a fire-type Awakened, and could easily heat up the chicken leg even if it had gone cold. In fact, he could even have more face time with Sixth Elder when that happened.
Ma Liang continued dreaming, envisioning Sixth Elder's high regard and henceforth reaching the pinnacle of his existence, living out his days by Sixth Elder's side shamelessly.
Yet, Brave Star was frowning.
He had a bad feeling, and he raised his hand to look at his Rolex again by instinct.
It was now four in the morning.
He caught sight of Ma Liang with the corner of his eye then, and there was no telling what the brat was thinking with that degenerate look on his face, his thighs tightly squeezing together while his buttocks fidgeted restlessly.
It was a rather annoying posture.
