She drew Cheng Zhirang's starting backpack.
There was still some weight in it. Mu Qiu opened the backpack and took a look. The small-sized sandwiches were still inside, along with half a bottle of short mineral water.
Was the water Cheng Zhirang's, or from the second round, Qi Feng's?
Mu Qiu looked up at Cheng Zhirang. He had been looking down at emoji expressions, seemingly feeling her gaze, he paused and looked up, meeting her eyes.
She shook the water in her hand and asked him, "Brother Cheng, is this yours?"
Cheng Zhirang shook his head. "It should be Qi Feng's."
Qi Feng, who was suddenly called by name, was still talking to Li Yang. After hearing their conversation, he casually reached to take the water from Mu Qiu and dismissively thanked her before turning back to start a new topic with Li Yang.
Mu Qiu felt somewhat uncomfortable inside, smiled politely, retracted her hand, and asked herself if she was being too sensitive.
