"Poisonous? No way. Brother Cheng gave this to me." Jin Sanpang's expression was simple and conflicted.
On one hand, he didn't think Zhang Cheng would harm him. On the other, he trusted Mo Qi completely and believed Mo Qi wouldn't lie to him.
Mo Qi felt a headache coming on. 'Trying to explain the complexities of human nature and greed to someone with the mind of a four- or five-year-old… isn't that like playing a lute for a cow?'
"San Pang, no matter what, you can't just eat things other people give you from now on, understand?" Mo Qi could only resort to giving a direct order to control Jin Sanpang's behavior.
"Oh, okay, I get it." Jin Sanpang chuckled and tossed the roasted chicken aside. "Brother Mo's food is just too delicious. After eating it, I can't stomach anything else."
