Ya Tianxing remained silent.
Mu Qixuan chuckled as if taking his silence for consent and continued to ask, "When does it start?"
"Midnight."
"Then there's no rush," Mu Qixuan nodded, "Have you had dinner? How about joining us?"
Before he could finish speaking, Ya Tianxing had already switched off his flashlight and sat down next to them, particularly close to Mo Shangjun.
Mu Qixuan squinted his eyes slightly, taking an amused look at him.
It seemed that this mysterious man with two stripes and three stars had some kind of relationship with Mo Shangjun.
Not particularly good, but not particularly bad either.
Mo Shangjun casually picked up a bamboo tube of rice and handed it to Ya Tianxing, but halfway through, she suddenly paused.
The conditions had not yet been discussed.
"Captain Ya."
She withdrew the bamboo rice and beckoned to him.
Ya Tianxing leisurely looked over at her, aware she was up to mischief but went with the flow and moved a bit closer.
