Wang Anfeng tidied up his appearance in front of the bronze mirror, confirmed there were no issues, then prepared to push the door open and step out. He took two steps, but then stepped back, looking at the box of pastries on the table, contemplating quietly.
If Xi Ming comes over later, it wouldn't be good to be mistaken for sneaking some snacks.
It would be unbefitting of a brother's demeanor.
With a light cough, Wang Anfeng picked up the pastry box, poured the small pieces of crumbs onto his hand and ate them without wasting, then circulated his Qi Mechanism, rubbed through the air to ignite the wrapper, shook his palm and turned it into ashes.
