After leaving An Yi Inn, Mo Shangjun and Liang Zhiqiong transformed, turning from taxi-riding petty bourgeoisie to nouveau riche in a luxury car.
This time, Mo Shangjun was driving while Liang Zhiqiong sat in the passenger seat, holding a thermos.
Not sure if it was an issue with the seal, but Liang Zhiqiong kept thinking she could smell wafts of food from the thermos, enticing her cravings to the point where all her melancholy and sorrow were swept away, leaving only a hankering for food.
"Mo Shangjun, shall we have something to eat first?"
After about ten minutes, Liang Zhiqiong couldn't hold back any longer and pitifully asked Mo Shangjun.
Narrowing her eyes, Mo Shangjun couldn't help but think of the photo Ya Tianxing sent in the group chat that morning, specifically mentioning her.
"Hungry?" Mo Shangjun raised an eyebrow, glancing at her.
"Mhm."
Liang Zhiqiong nodded earnestly, as if she wanted to write the word 'hungry' on her face.
