Sang Zhi did not dawdle; she pulled the meat pie she had been keeping warm inside her clothes. "Brother, eat this quickly while it's hot."
Sang Nan knew they must have already eaten, so he did not stand on ceremony. He took the still-warm pie and devoured it; she had brought ten, and he polished off eight in the blink of an eye.
Sang Zhi stuffed the socks she had bought outside, along with the thermal underwear and undergarments she had redeemed from the System, into his bag.
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