Sixty-one

ed at the vibrant asparagus, his face full of longing. Then he glanced at the onions and carrots beside him, which he disliked, with a look of disgust, as if touching a carrot with chopsticks was a te...Fang Jiaqi tugged at Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either. She whispered in Zhuque's ear, "Let's go."iaojing's face showed displeasure. Everyone else knew how to read her expression.It wasn't Cai Xiaozhi's fault. She wasn't a new artist who didn't know how to play the game back when she first debuted...