Mo Qi walked up without wasting any words and directly stuffed the beef meatball into Li Yuanhao's mouth, forcing him to eat it.
For the first time, Li Yuanhao understood what it meant to be so frustrated you couldn't even cry.
'Was this really necessary?'
'Couldn't we have just talked this out?'
'It's just a beef meatball. I would've eaten it, okay?!'
"You just don't know what's good for you. Old Hu and I wish we could eat one, but we can't," Mo Xiao muttered enviously, watching Li Yuanhao.
"That's right. You don't realize how lucky you are!" Hu the Eighth chimed in.
Li Yuanhao had nothing to say to that. He just wanted to roll his eyes.
'Are you two trying to kiss up to him?'
The next moment, however, Li Yuanhao was left in shock.
As the meatball settled in his stomach, a cool sensation began to spread upward from his lower abdomen, traveling through his torso straight to his Sea of Consciousness.
BOOM!
