Mo Shangjun didn't look back, quickening her pace as she walked forward.
But—
It wasn't long before she smelled the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes and corn from a vendor ahead, the scent wafting toward her on the river breeze from a distance of about ten meters.
Suddenly, she remembered that she hadn't eaten all day.
Coming to her senses, she felt quite hungry.
Mo Shangjun glanced at her empty pocket again.
At that moment, a hand holding a small bag of maltose candy extended in front of her, followed by someone asking, "Want some?"
"No, thanks."
Mo Shangjun glanced and answered with great pride.
"There's a saying that goes, 'Better to die full than live hungry.' Ya Tianxing stood aside, leisurely opening the small bag, took a small piece of white maltose candy, and put it in his mouth, finally frowning as he commented, "It's pretty sweet."
Mo Shangjun: "..."
This guy's sole purpose today was to annoy her.
She didn't even have the energy to retort.
