Yu Mo watched Yu Sheng sitting opposite him with some curiosity. Yu Sheng kept working, looking no different from a normal person, and Yu Mo could not help asking.
Yu Sheng seemed somewhat displeased by Yu Mo's repeated interruptions to his work. He put down his pen and frowned slightly. "Yes."
"What is it?"
Yu Mo's eyes lit up.
Yu Sheng's expression remained calm. "I'm afraid of going hungry."
"..."
Hearing Yu Sheng's plain, unadorned answer, Yu Mo swallowed all the other things he had been about to say.
"Do you have any other questions?"
"You can ask them all at once. That would save a lot of time."
"Unnecessary emotional conversations can also be avoided."
After several seconds of silence, Yu Mo looked ready to speak again, his expression becoming exceptionally gentle as he looked tenderly at Yu Sheng. But Yu Sheng interrupted him coldly, like a machine without feelings.
Seeing how utterly impervious Yu Sheng was, Yu Mo could not help sighing.
Had he known, he would never have exposed the fact that Yu Sheng was actually very clever too. At least before that, Yu Sheng had acted a little more clueless. Though impatient with his sentimental appeals, he had restrained himself.
But now...
He really had cut off every avenue for himself.
The problem was that he had long since grown used to making sentimental appeals over the years.
Without talking about feelings, he barely knew how to speak anymore.
"Hmm..."
"Give me a moment to rethink this."
Yu Mo spoke helplessly, then thought it over seriously before saying as concisely as he could, "Here's the situation. Judging by how things stand, the future is already set."
"In three years, the final battle. That's unavoidable."
"And Old White Ape attaches so much importance to this Grand Feast