Mo Shangjun had just finished speaking with her uncle and Mo Linzhu on the phone when she heard the sound of the door lock being opened.
She followed the sound and looked toward the foyer.
Soon, she saw Ya Tianxing emerging from the foyer, carrying takeout boxes in his hands.
"What are we eating?"
Putting away her phone, Mo Shangjun asked.
Seeing her act as though it was a given, Ya Tianxing, who had intended to walk to the dining table without a glance, paused slightly in his movements.
Eventually, through gritted teeth, he squeezed out three words, "See for yourself."
"…Oh."
Mo Shangjun gave him a puzzled look.
Still angry?
She, the poor thing, had already let it go without holding him accountable.
So petty.
Muttering to herself, Mo Shangjun picked up her crutch, stood up from the sofa, and slowly made her way to the dining table.
As Ya Tianxing opened the takeout bag, Mo Shangjun pulled out a chair next to the dining table and unapologetically sat down first.
