"How good is the stuff that Xue Wenhai left behind?"
Se Kong tilted his head, examining Wenle.
"You promised not to ask about it."
"Of course, I don't inquire. I'm just afraid that you might be colluding with the Yan Zhao Club."
Wenle said with a straight face, "That's no joking matter."
Se Kong raised a hand towards Wenle, whose eyebrows twitched involuntarily before he realized that Se Kong was holding a cup of lemon tea.
"Sizzle~"
Muni took just a gentle sip, and the entire cup of lemon tea, plastic cup and all, caved in; he let out a contented belch, all innocent and straightforward.
"Heh, thanks."
Wenle took it from him.
