The group was quiet, but the private chat became lively.
Ye Xingchen washed his hands and took off his apron. He fished out a bowl of tomato beef noodles with more ingredients than noodles and placed it on the dining table. He poured himself a cup of coke before picking up his phone to check the private messages that popped up.
Unlike in the group, there were not many people scolding him in the private chat. Instead, they were all begging him.
Most of the messages were sent by women, and there were even some with families and children.
"Xingchen, please save me and my baby. Just give us five packets of instant noodles. I don't want much."
"Brother Xingchen, I, I'm a freshman this year. I know everything and I'm very obedient. Can you let me stay in your house?"
