Seven people suddenly stood up and peered over this way, their heads blocking the light from above, leaving only a round void that illuminated a small section of the table.
The view immediately fell into darkness.
Mo Shangjun paused for two seconds before realizing their reaction was a bit excessive, but given the pairs of curious eyes looking at her, she couldn't really say anything.
After a moment's thought, she took out a set of disposable chopsticks from the table, tapped them on the surface, then looked up at the seven people.
"Restrain."
Just one simple word.
After speaking, Mo Shangjun lowered her head and split the chopsticks apart.
However, the seven people still didn't move, watching her anxiously.
"Don't block the light."
She tapped the lunchbox with her chopsticks and casually reminded them.
The crowd exchanged puzzled glances.
"That's, that's it?" Xiang Yongming couldn't help but blurt out.
"That's it."
