C126 A Repressed Dining Table

"Yihang, you go cook. I'll talk to Mobei." Su Momo couldn't help but laugh lightly. His depressed mood was swept away in an instant.

Wu Yihang seemed to have been granted amnesty. He picked up the dish and ran into the kitchen. Su Momo took off his coat and patted the snow off his hair before sitting beside Yan Mobei.

Yan Mobei kept glancing at Su Momo without daring to look directly at Su Momo