C887 It Wasn't a Joke

Because he was indeed a little hungry, Mo Xie's eating posture wasn't too good, but his speed wasn't slow at all.

In the blink of an eye, the entire roasted chicken drumstick was left with a bare bone.

He took a few pieces of paper from the tissue box on the coffee table and wiped his hands, then picked up the tea cup and drank a few mouthfuls, and let out a satisfied sigh