Feeding
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Mo Bei was never good at expressing herself.
However, through the accumulation of experience from the previous few times, she more or less knew what feeding would do to that person.
Hence, before leaving, she took a few bags of hot strips and dropped them into her trolley.
After checking out, she pulled out one of the bags and handed it to the person wearing a black mask, who was standing aside. His eyes were lowered as he tapped on his phone.
Feng Nai's almond eyes showed his boredom.
When he saw that bag of hot strips, he cocked his brow for a moment, his tone slightly mocking. "You bought those for me?"
Mo Bei responded quietly with an "mm" sound.
Feng Nai took it and glanced at the packaging. "This brand is no good. Get the other brand next time."