Seeing Mu Fan's hovering left hand, the agent outside the door curled his lips, a hard-to-describe satisfaction on his face.
"What, afraid of being poisoned?"
"Then you don't have to eat it."
The agent's tone was not without sarcasm.
He was eager to see Mu Fan's hesitation, that feeling of setting a trap for others was really exhilarating.
Mu Fan looked up at the other's mocking eyes, a faint curve on his calm lips.
Then he directly grabbed it with his left hand, picking up the sticky nutrient meal casually and shoving it into his mouth.
Chewing with big bites, his face remained calm.
At this moment, Mu Fan's demeanor was as though a hero eating a hearty meal beside a campfire.
Not a hint of discomfort or discontent crossed his face.
The agent's eyes widened, staring at Mu Fan in shock.
"You're not afraid..."
Mu Fan swallowed the food in one gulp, then reached out to grab more, lifting his head when he heard this, "Why should I be? Want to try some?"
