After getting enough snacks from Mu Cheng and Peng Yuqiu, Mo Shangjun left them satisfied.
"I never saw her as someone who loved snacks so much before. What's she going to do with all these snacks?"
Peng Yuqiu crossed his arms, curiously staring at the direction where Mo Shangjun disappeared, wondering out loud.
"Who knows," Mu Cheng was not very interested, "She swiped the last of my collection from me."
He really ought to reflect on why anything related to Mo Shangjun lately had been spelling disaster for him. Just this morning, because of a piece of chocolate, he suffered an undeserved misfortune. Just thinking about it made Mu Cheng's heart ache for himself.
Peng Yuqiu helplessly put an arm around his shoulder, "Don't you find it strange?"
"Strange what?" Mu Cheng brushed off his hand and lectured like an elder, "It's in a girl's nature to love snacks! It's a natural instinct, understand?"
