Shi Qingxue bit her low lip and remained silent for a while till Mo Junhao was surprised and called, “Qingxue?”

She then turned to Mo Junhao with a fait smile. “It’s a nice skill. At least I won’t starve to death.”

It sounded strange, and Mo Junhao realized after a while that she was answering his question, but why did it sound so confusing?

“Qingxue, are you kidding? How could a person starve to death?” Mo Junhao thought Shi Qingxue was ...