Li Mochan's hand holding the chopsticks paused, and he shot her a sidelong glance before falling silent.
His silence only made Ye Jiuliang more determined to get him to speak, so she reached out for the bottle of juice.
The result was the same, snatched away by Li Mochan.
She had lost her memory but her reflexes were far from dull.
Ye Jiuliang withdrew her hand, tilted her head, taking in his slightly annoyed expression, "Li Mochan, didn't you say the juice was too sweet and cloying?"
Having his things taken from him time and again, Li Mochan was getting annoyed, "Back off, don't force me to get physical."
Upon hearing this, everyone was shocked, their eyes filled with disbelief as they looked at Li Mochan.
In contrast, Ye Jiuliang was much more composed.
She pulled out the chair next to Li Mochan, ignoring his displeasure and sat down directly.
