[Jin Light-year: Yuhan, you can't be this heartless right? Don't separate me from my hi-tech gaming system.. (kneel down emoji) It's my birthday next week. You promised to gift me that.. (sad face emoji).]
[Purple peacock: hahahaha… ]
[Tricky Formula: (happy face emoji)]
[Bullet Ball: serves you right.. ]
[White Angel: my condolences to your gaming system.]
[Hell king: OFFLINE!]
Bi Yuhan ignored the commotion in the group chat and turned to the boy who was walking beside him into the house.
"What do you want for dinner?"
"Anything is fine." Mo Ling was on her phone the entire journey and even after hearing his question she didn't look up.
She was monitoring the tracks of the Brian's elite team and arranging Reaper's and the others' schedule accordingly.
She looked up and hesitated to speak. "Can I not have milk?"
Her tone has a hint of pleading which caused the smile spread on Bi Yuhan's face.
