Zhou Shi, even with his slow reactions, realized something was amiss, let alone that he was not a slow-witted person by nature.
Zhou Shi glanced at the cold sea cucumber salad on the table, then at Peng Changping, back at the sea cucumber salad, and again at Peng Changping, his gaze shifting repeatedly between the two, his face expressionless, but his heart was already in turmoil, as if rivers were overturning and mountains were collapsing.
Who in the world is he?
Zhou Shi didn't understand why his cold sea cucumber salad would appear on the table next to him, nor why Sun Maochai, who clearly wanted to eat the cold sea cucumber salad, hadn't touched it after such a long time, as if it remained untouched.
Jiang Feng and Sun Maochai were deceiving him, but why would Jiang Feng and Sun Maochai want to deceive him?
And what could be so important that it warranted Sun Maochai himself to stage a play and trick others?
