"We're going to buy food," Xing Jiuan said.
"I'll come too," he said, following after them.
Mu Qing stopped. "Don't go."
"Why not?" Lin Feng didn't budge. "How can you speak to your senior brother this way?"
"Senior Brother, you're too eye-catching." Xing Jiuan looked over helplessly.
Lin Feng remembered belatedly who he was.
He glanced at Xing Jiuan sadly. "Jiuan, Senior Brother wants fried dough sticks and congee. Come back soon."
Lin Feng arrived early in the morning without eating.
It was still dark when he got into the car. Now, it was already getting bright out.
"Okay."
As he watched them leave, Lin Feng felt especially aggrieved.
He was so angry. He was so jealous of Mu Qing!
Xing Jiuan and Mu Qing bought a lot of food. Apart from Lu Mingxi and Ou Qi, who were also in the hospital, they also bought some for the underlings.
When they returned, Xing Jiuan sensed something and frowned.
