This man wears flashy clothes, giving the first impression of being fickle and frivolous, slightly over-familiar, always smiling at the sight of a pretty woman. Yet, in his words, there is some genuine concern for her.
Lan Tian's smile deepened, "No need, it's mine, whether I look at it or not, and even if it's not mine, constantly watching won't help."
"That's true, from our men's perspective, your man doesn't seem like that kind of person. Miss, I'm going to get some food." He walked away humming a tune, carrying his lunchbox and swaying side to side.
Lan Tian took a peach out of her bag and started eating it. She picked from the sleeve Qiankun, choosing a small jar of aunt's homemade spicy mixed vegetables and a jar of dry spicy chicken – just these two dishes, leaving the rest for later.
Soon, Mo Junhua came back with his meal, saw the two jars of dishes on the table, and sat beside Lan Tian. Opening his lunchbox, it was packed full of rice, pressed down as tight as a brick.
