Madam Zhang thought that a basket was enough for the two of them. After the youngster had finished the last meat dumpling, she turned towards Madam Zhang to ask for more. That was when Madam Zhang realized it wasn't enough.

"I'll prepare another basket," Madam Zhang said.

"Don't, overeating will give her an upset tummy," Qin Mo instructed.

Bo Jiu wasn't satisfied and thus slouched, looking listless.

Qin Mo found the scene oddly familiar but yet, he couldn't pinpoint when he had seen it.

Somehow, the person in front of him seemed much younger as she complained, "Brother Mo, can't I have another meat dumpling? I'll just eat one more."

"This is the fifth time you are saying this," he countered.

"Ah, since you already gave me five of them, one more wouldn't make a difference. Besides, six is a lucky number, a good sign!"

The little youngster always came up with such weird excuses. Qin Mo reached out, pressing onto her round tummy. "Shut up."

The memory was blurry and faint as though it didn't really exist.

When he came back to his senses, the youngster was tugging on his sleeve, her gaze clouded with worry. "Is your wrist hurting?"

In contrast to a certain someone, he wasn't that concerned about his wrist.

"It doesn't hurt." Qin Mo placed his bamboo chopsticks down, emptying his hand to hold her hand.

They had to hold hands even during mealtimes. Madam Zhang was rendered speechless by their actions. She made herself scarce, placing the items down merrily before heading to the kitchen. Once she was out of sight, she sent Movie Queen An a message. "Madam, don't worry, Young Master and Young Master Jiu are fine."

Movie Queen An was finally reassured after receiving the message. She had been worrying about Mo's mental health because things were still rough in Jiang City even though it was finally peaceful. Even though her husband hadn't said anything, Movie Queen An could sense something amiss since he had been away for such a long time and had even ordered bodyguards to protect her.

Movie Queen An was afraid for her son. She was worried the case from before wasn't over...

Time seemed to crawl, especially in college.

Ever since the live stream in the plaza, the police had been keeping an eye on a certain university.

Some were complaining while others were afraid something might happen.

Inside the cafeteria, there were many students discussing about the incident.

"Ah? Fan Jia, why don't you look afraid?" someone asked the girl at the side.

Fan Jia laughed. "What's there to be afraid of? A University's students are the cream of the crop. The police might be too anxious to solve the case to have believed those rumors online. Besides, that case has nothing to do with us."

One of the students frowned. "We aren't entirely without fault. Didn't you watch the news? Did you see how horrific the crimes were? The culprit didn't just encourage suicide, she had instigated the infringement of her rights and had ended killing the author. Isn't that frightening enough? Right now, all of us have to cooperate with the police and honestly, even if the culprit isn't from A university, I hope the person can be caught soon, especially with how cool blooded the person is."

The girl that commented hadn't been paying attention to Fan Jia, who lowered her head, a sharp murderous glint shining in her eyes...


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