"What compensation?" Ya Qiaoxi used a dagger to pry open a new can, then dumped the food all at once into the pan, "Didn't you eat your fill before we set off?"
"No, I'm talking about a few days ago in Lake Baikal City, after we completed the mission, we were roasting meat in the wilderness. Just when the meat was about to be done, Mr. Yang's call forcibly dragged me back to Tianfu City... Ah, I really miss that sizzling oil-dripping roast meat." Sun Hang sighed longingly.
"Lake Baikal City? Hasn't it already fallen? Were you on a mission there?" Ya Qiaoxi asked with a look of great interest.
"Ahem." Candle Dragon deliberately coughed twice, then lightly nudged Sun Hang with his elbow in front of Ya Qiaoxi.
"Alright alright, it's all classified, I know." Ya Qiaoxi waved her hand with a frown, "So boring."
"Our profession is quite special, I hope you understand." Candle Dragon nodded slightly at Ya Qiaoxi with an apologetic tone.
