Ya Tianxing came cloaked in moonlight, his silhouette sinking into a halo of brilliance. The mottled colors of his camouflage uniform were softened, and his figure was tall and handsome, like a deity.
Under the brim of his hat, a pair of sharp eyes, dark and vast, showed calmness deep within, yet hid danger. That seemingly nonchalant gaze swept over, sending a chill through the air, like a sharp-edged blade darting overhead, every nerve on edge with apprehension.
Qiqi and Shengzi both displayed a hint of wariness in their expressions.
This was an instinctive reaction.
Compared to the sense of crisis Ya Tianxing inherently gave them, being caught sneaking ingredients from the cooking class was a trivial matter.
Ya Tianxing walked over to them and stopped when he was near Mo Shangjun.
Ya Tianxing intentionally glanced at Mo Shangjun.
Holding a sweet potato, Mo Shangjun hesitated for a moment but ultimately didn't bite into it.
