C42 Boat Racing Competition

Although Han Ruo had only made two lunchboxes, the butler had prepared a lot of snacks for them. Mo Zicong was not hungry.

"Young Master, this lunchbox is for you!"

Considering her identity, Han Ruo felt that she had to do her job well. She had to take care of Mo Zicong's three meals a day.

"No need, I am not that pretentious."

Mo Zicong chewed on the bread in big gulps