C426 CHAPTER426 THE ESSENCE OF SPICY STICKS

"Sam should go first... I'm not hungry," Thiago insisted, though his gaze lingered on the bowl of instant noodles, his hands already stealthily resting on the rim.

Actions speak louder than words, after all.

Sam Moreels couldn't help but smirk. Was Thiago still trying to play it cool with him?

"Come to think of it," Sam mused aloud