Don't Guess A Woman's Thoughts
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Zheng Yan had not finished speaking, when Mo Yongheng took the food container from her hands and had his head lowered as he started eating the noodles.
He ate very quickly and in just a while, he had finished a huge portion of pork trotter noodles.
"Slow down, no one's fighting with you for it. I'd originally thought that you could just eat a few bites for the sake of it if you didn't like to eat pig trotter noodles. I didn't expect that you would like it so much," Zheng Yan stared at Mo Yongheng who had his head buried in the bowl of noodles and teased happily.
Hearing her words, Mo Yongheng froze in his act of eating the noodles and raised his head to look at her.
His gaze was unfathomable to her.
He wasn't hungry and did not believe that eating pig trotter noodles would get rid of bad luck. It was only because this contained her sincerity.