Before Ya Tianxing could regret it, Mo Shangjun came to sit across from him and picked up the chopsticks he had left on the table.
She picked up a piece of beef, put it in her mouth, and chewed slowly, not at all like she was ravenous.
Then, she took two more slices of lotus root, eating them in the same leisurely manner.
There wasn't the slightest hint of courtesy.
Ya Tianxing watched her actions in silence.
There she was, standing across from him, eating languidly, maintaining an air of elegance even while snatching food.
After a moment, Mo Shangjun finally acknowledged his presence as the "host" of the hot pot. She glanced at Ya Tianxing with a start, hesitated, and then asked, "Instructor Yan, would you like to—"
"No need!"
Ya Tianxing bluntly interrupted her feigned politeness.
Mo Shangjun raised an eyebrow and carried on eating as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"..."
Ya Tianxing remained silent.
Pathetic.
