"Did I ask you?" Mo Shangjun glanced at her and asked.
Qiqi answered truthfully, "No."
Mo Shangjun withdrew her gaze and inserted the stick holding the roast chicken into the ground beside her.
Noticing her casual motion, Qiqi couldn't help but observe the stick, which was stuck at least three centimeters into the ground.
"I'm full."
Wiping her fingers with a tissue, Mo Shangjun stood up.
Qiqi paused, looked at her, then at the roast chicken missing one leg, and suddenly understood. She couldn't help but say to Mo Shangjun, "I must say, you're quite a peculiar person."
"Am I?" Mo Shangjun lifted her hat brim slightly, her eyebrows moving.
"Let's be friends." Qiqi stood up, extended her hand to Mo Shangjun with a meaningful hint, "Let's pretend I didn't see your shoulder insignia."
"Mo Shangjun."
With greasy hands, Mo Shangjun didn't shake her hand but simply said her name.
Hearing this, Qiqi pondered for two seconds, then asked with a hint of surprise, "The legend?"
