Zhou Zimo looked into his calm eyes and drank up the wine in his glass—
"If you have something to say, just say it at once. Wake me up now, I want a bowl of chicken soup for the soul too."
Mu Yuchen looked away and fed Mu Xiaocheng some food as he said, "I don't have chicken soup, but if you keep acting like this, I think the elder will invite us to drink human meat soup soon."
"If you really are against it, there's another way we could try."
"What is it?"
Zhou Zimo's eyes instantly lit up as he stared at Mu Yuchen.
"Castrate yourself and become a monk"
Mu Yuchen carried Mu Xiaocheng and stood up as he replied.
"Damn it, bad friend! Get lost!"
When he said this, Zhou Zimo could not help but throw the wine glass towards him.
Mu Yuchen quickly turned and dodged it. Su Chen was laughing so hard that he could not even straighten up.
