Killing intent flashed in Jiang Bingkun's eyes.
"Hahaha, since Brother Mo Cong doesn't want to tell me, then pretend I never asked."
As he spoke, he secretly stuffed something into his hand.
"I secretly brought this in. Find a place with no one to eat and don't let anyone see it."
Mo Cong opened his hand and saw a sausage.
If it was in the past, he wouldn't even care about this kind of junk food.
However, the food in the detention center was as bad as pig feed.
Ever since he came in, he had not seen any meat.
To him, this sausage was simply more tempting than any delicacy in the world.
"Thank you, Brother Kun."
Mo Cong thanked Jiang Bingkun gratefully.
Then, he ran to an empty corner.
Jiang Bingkun looked at his back, and the corners of his mouth gradually curled into a cold smile.
Since you don't want to tell me, then go to h*ll with your secret.
He immediately turned around and walked away.
