Xuan Long's glare intensified.
An Mo snickered again, not scared at all.
"What are you glaring at? Did I steal your food?"
"If you don't want to eat, just give your bowl to me!" He reached out boldly, trying to snatch Xuan Long's bowl.
In a flash, Xuan Long snapped his chopsticks right in front of An Mo's hand with a loud crack.
His voice was cold and deadly. "Touch it and you will die here."
An Mo froze for half a second, then muttered curses under his breath. "Stingy snake…" He quickly went back to stuffing his own food, pretending nothing had happened.
Su Qinglan noticed the whole thing. She smiled softly and gently pushed the big main bowl of meat that was placed in the center toward An Mo. "An Mo, eat more if you like it so much."
The entire group froze.
All the men... Hu Yan, Rong Ye, Xuan Long, Shi Feng, and even Han Jue suddenly turned their heads and glared at An Mo with the same jealous eyes.
