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For some reason, he was especially unwilling to share eye contact with Captain right now.
Not because he was afraid, but for what reason, it was hard for him to pinpoint it…
Ji Zhiyao stretched his chopsticks out, picked up a piece of meat, and dug in.
He felt that he was being ridiculous.
Sensing that Ji Zhiyao was avoiding his gaze, Mo Huaifeng frowned slightly and pulled out his phone.
The rest couldn't help but throw several glances at their Captain who looked aloof and thought that he was discussing about proper business with the club that they even lowered their voices when they spoke.
On the screen of Mo Huaifeng's phone was indeed a chatting interface.
But…
[DB.MHF: Are you sure your brother believed what you said?]