"Little girl, are you alone?"
Mo Shangjun's eyebrows slightly twitched.
Little girl?
Looking at her face, they couldn't muster up a "beauty"?
"Mm."
Mo Shangjun responded indifferently, then finished the skewers in her hand.
Seeing her respond, the young man felt hopeful about talking, and suddenly lit up with joy, his eyes gleaming.
"You ordered so much food, can't finish it alone, right?" The young man said, glancing at his table, "Why not join us? No need to waste food."
"Sure."
Putting down the bamboo skewers, Mo Shangjun raised an eyebrow and agreed readily.
Sure... sure?
The young man, who came prepared thinking it would take some persuasion, was stunned by her immediate agreement, took a moment to regain composure.
He signaled to his companions at the next table.
Immediately, his companions smiled simultaneously, then willingly made space, inviting Mo Shangjun over.
