Although Lin Wanwan trusted Lu Zhanbei, seeing that there was only such a small piece of stone left, she inevitably felt a little perturbed.
Sensing her conflicted gaze, Tang Chen looked towards her. He said in a carefree yet elegant tone, "Worried?"
Lin Wanwan took a deep breath. "How can I not be worried when I'm being pursued by a god of plague like you?"
Tang Chen let out a low laugh. As everyone watched with looks of either sympathy or gloating, he took his time to change to a slightly thinner stone cutter. He placed the remaining stone on the table and cut off the surface of the stone layer by layer, like slicing an apple.
Following a series of rustling sounds, more and more stone layers fell.
The stone became smaller and smaller. Finally, it was like a watermelon.
Lin Wanwan bit her lip. A trace of nervousness appeared between her eyebrows.
