Balk and Roy had always known about Diers' habits. He rarely ate out, and even when he did, he would always bring his own tableware. They even thought that Diers might maintain this particular method all his life.
But then a phone call brought them to a night food stall in Tac City. Standing in such a crowded, unhygienic place, they were stupefied.
Roy rubbed his eyes in confusion, "Am I hallucinating?"
"Probably." Although Balk's face was expressionless, his wide-open eyes showed his astonishment and surprise.
"This must be a terrible dream," mumbled Roy.
Roy's red hair was particularly striking, Xu Siyu saw him at a glance and greeted him.
"Roy!"
"Miss Xu!" Roy glanced at a nervous Diers settling into his seat.
Honestly speaking, even Roy, who was not a clean freak, found such a place uncomfortable, let alone Diers.
Roy couldn't understand what courage Diers had to step into this place.
If it were him, he wouldn't have the courage to come here, and sit here eating.
