Xia Bohe had never considered whether Meng Zhi 'er truly wanted to be her friend.
But she chose to accept it.
It was because Meng Zhi 'er had sent her a private message: [ don't be sad. It's all yang le's fault. Girl, do you usually eat snacks? ] [ send me your address. I'll share my gift bag of snacks with you. ]
This was a glutton.
Xia Bo looked at the shared list of snacks that couldn't fit on her phone's screen.
Spicy strips, conch powder, Amber walnut, hand-shredded vegetarian beef, spicy wife chicken feet, dried bean curd, devil-horn vegetable tripe ...
Hot girl.
[ are you still angry with me? I'll delete the previous post? I'll give you an extra box of twelve bags of snail powder and extra sour bamboo shoots. [ how is it? ]
Great minds think alike.
There was no problem that eating and eating couldn't solve.
If there was, then he would continue to eat, eat, eat, and eat other people's food.
