The man smirked, "Hmph, dare not call me."
Then he turned to Xiaoxiao, completely changing his attitude towards Yang Ming, and with a gentle yet cheeky smile, he said, "Girl, how about having a late-night snack in a while? Running away in the middle of the night, no energy if we don't fill our stomachs."
"..." Well, he stopped calling me a beauty and switched to 'girl'; this address isn't much better.
This guy really only has food in his eyes, but he's not wrong—indeed, everyone should fill their stomachs first; we need energy to run.
Though I dislike his attitude towards my wife, this time he had a constructive suggestion. Yang Ming took some dry food from their packed bags to distribute to everyone. "Go back and fill your stomachs; wait for me to call you at midnight."
"Dear me, this amount isn't enough for me to eat."
"..." Xiaoxiao was speechless—there wasn't any dry food prepared for him, and he's acting like a glutton. How many days can we last like this?
