C79 Last Supper(2)

Han Xiaoxiao also picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork for herself and bit off the tough meat. "Wait a bit and you'll forget the time." As he said that, he glanced at Mo Zhan, "Who asked you to come back so late."

Was it his fault? Mo Zhan's face darkened even more. "You're not going to eat if I don't come back?"

"Alright!" I'm not going to study this pointless question anymore