Zhao Hao didn't come back to his senses for a long time until Ye Xingchen's bowl of vermicelli was already in his stomach.
"Eat first, Brother Zhao. Your braised pork rice will be cold soon."
Zhao Hao nodded mechanically. It was only when he took the first bite of braised pork rice that he looked up at Ye Xingchen as if he had just woken up from a dream.
"Little Ye, is what you said true?"
Zhao Hao's face was filled with disbelief. After all, the society he came from was a materialistic society. Everything that Ye Xingchen said was too subversive of Zhao Hao's understanding.
"Mo Qi, make a lightning ball for big brother Zhao."
Mo Qi wiped her mouth and burped while touching her belly. Then, she pointed her finger and threw a small purple lightning ball in front of Zhao Hao. Mo Qi could control her power and couldn't hurt Zhao Hao.
