The man's lips curved into a smile, "I can strip you down and pin you any time, so why waste time talking?"
"You—"
"What?"
"I don't want to talk to you anymore!"
"Try it if you dare."
"..."
The two of them bantered as they walked back inside. The elderly woman had already gotten up and was cooking some red bean porridge, a specialty of Hidden Sea City, "I thought you had gone out. Come and try some."
"Thank you, Grandma."
Tong Ran had switched to a more affectionate term of address. She walked over and served a bowl to the man in front of her. Mo Nanjue glanced at it but clearly wasn't interested, "I'm not hungry."
"Just try it," Tong Ran scooped up a spoonful of red bean porridge, blew on it, and brought it to his lips, "Just one bite."
Mo Nanjue frowned slightly but still took a bite.
Seeing that he ate it, Tong Ran quickly leaned in to ask, "How is it? Is it good?"
The man looked at her coldly, "Tastes bad."
