Chapter 133: Execution by Fire!_3

"Okay..." Little Fatty was stuffing a fried egg into his mouth, his speech muffled, "Bro, you're not eating? You haven't had your egg yet?"

"I'm full," Tang Fei said.

Where did he even have the appetite?

The reason he insisted on eating a bowl of noodles was that he knew if he didn't eat at all, Little Fatty wouldn't be able to eat either...

He didn't want to worry Little Fatty.

With such a big incident occurring and his own identity being so complicated, he didn't even know how to tell Little Fatty.

"Oh. Then can I eat them all?"

"Eat them all," Tang Fei said, getting up and walking upstairs.

Little Fatty watched Tang Fei's retreating back, his chewing motion stopped, and a pensive look appeared on his face.

Tang Fei returned to his room, locked the door behind him, and pulled out a plastic intelligent disc from his pocket.

This was something the old man had given him to watch when he had time... if he was willing.