Mo Shangjun looked up, meeting Ya Tianxing's dark, profound gaze, and for a moment, it felt as if a cold wind was blowing directly at her.
She was momentarily stunned.
Then, she arched her eyebrows and, with precise accuracy, picked up a piece of meat with her chopsticks, stretching out her hand, she placed it in the bowl of Ya Tianxing opposite her.
"Here."
Mo Shangjun said with a particularly bold air.
She withdrew her chopsticks.
Looking at the meat, Ya Tianxing's expression darkened even further, "It's not cooked."
Mo Shangjun raised her eyebrows, a look of nonchalance on her face, "Half raw, half cooked, it's healthier."
Ya Tianxing's eyes darkened.
However, he never lost his temper with Mo Shangjun.
These little gestures from Mo Shangjun were simply a reminder to him to appropriately divert his attention.
She couldn't possibly be unaware of what he was here for.
Naturally, she couldn't be unaware that the piece of meat was undercooked either.
