Tian Zhixin gave an awkward smile and waved his hand, but his mind was preoccupied with something else.
When Misha mentioned Feng Qiqi, his eyes were filled with an unusual emotion, as if he was talking about his own lover. His eyes didn't lie. Tian Zhixin was now certain that Misha was related to Feng Qiqi, and it was more than a regular friendship.
"Come, let's eat! Don't worry, she won't poison it. She doesn't want me dead yet—"
As Misha bit into the snack, he was thinking about Feng Qiqi. The dishes she sent were all his favorites. Of all the snacks, he only ate the mung bean cakes, and he really liked marinated pig's ears. Everything in front of him was what he liked in his past life, and even the flavor was the same as before.
