After being tossed about by the cold for a while, Mo Xinran went to sleep in a drowsy way... When she woke up, it was dinner time. When she woke up with the money for New Year's Eve dinner, she was a bit lucky. But her back pain seemed to break off.

"Don't you like the red-roasted lion's head? Eat more." Cold and indifferent to the lion's head clipped to the dish.

Mo Xinran looked at that piece of meat and felt his stomach churning. Was he kidding her? Who has an appetite for such greasy food after being done that?

The most shameless thing is that the man even...