"You all!" Chu Mo was so angry that he couldn't speak. How could he have known that the fellow disciples who were usually nice to him would all have this attitude?
"Chu Mo, if you don't want to eat, just leave! Stop making sarcastic remarks here!"
Ma Jiajia, the most furious and ruthless, directly issued an eviction order.
"I'll leave!"
Chu Mo originally wanted to say that and leave gracefully.
But then he thought, if I really do that, wouldn't it let Qin Hao, that bastard, have his way?
So he said coldly, "Why should I leave? For your sakes, I'll reluctantly have a bite!"
Everyone was amused by Chu Mo's pettiness, but they didn't say much.
Chu Mo picked up his chopsticks, grabbed a piece of fish with force, and put it in his mouth without a word.
Initially, he had a whole set of criticisms prepared in his mind.
But when that piece of fish entered his mouth, he forgot all the abuse he was going to hurl.
Because the unique taste of the fish had already occupied his mind.
