C382 A Busybody's Hobby

Mu Tingxiao leaned back in his chair and said calmly, "Don't worry about me. Eat your own food."

Mu Moo mercilessly poked him. "But you seem to be angry."

As she spoke, she picked up the ribs from her plate and brought them to her mouth.

Moo Nuannuan had just given her the pork ribs.

Mu Moo could not use chopsticks to pick it up and chew it