The last bite of the fried dough stick was clutched in his hand, yet Ye Tian chose not to eat it, bringing the soybean milk to his lips instead.
How could someone be so thick-skinned!
"Miss, you better convince your man to leave quickly!" Seeing that talking to the man was futile, the snack stand owner turned to persuade the woman instead.
Mo Yan was usually cold and arrogant, as well as quick-witted, but now her face turned red, and she became speechless. This irritated the snack stand owner a bit. Her man was about to get beaten up, yet this woman didn't even bother to intervene.
"Boss, another fried dough stick, will leave after eating."
This was just blatantly asking for trouble!
Chuanzi pushed the snack stand owner aside, causing the latter to fall onto the snowy ground, with snowflakes covering the thick cotton sleeves.
Aha, military boxing.
