Wei Zhiqian Felt Utterly Insulted

Ming Yeqing was even more surprised. He asked. "Brother Zhiqian, why are you here?"

Wei Zhiqian sneered.

'Why am I here? As if you don't know that already.'

"You two must be hungry, right?" Even though it was unforgivable to be so late, Tan Mo still thought on their behalf. "I'll order two more dishes for you."

"That's okay, it's getting late," Qin Muye hurriedly said. "We didn't expect the traffic to be so bad either. Fortunately, the family car is always stocked with my favorite snacks, so we ate quite a bit in the car."

Wei Zhiqian suddenly recalled that even Qin Mufeng's car had a lot of Qin Muye's favorite snacks too. It was no surprise that the other cars in the Qin family would have her favorite snacks too.

In fact, Qin Muye was too afraid to tell the truth.

The two had stopped halfway and gone to a food truck nearby, where they chowed down a sumptuously spicy meal.