Ling Sheng started to suspect that even the artist who had taken the photo had to be her father's fan. The photo chosen for him had been carefully selected, or else how could there not be a single photo that looked like a car wreck?
However, looking at the crazy MLMer, she did not dare ask who had said anything bad about Huo Ci.
Her father's Little Cis were too crazy and scary!
After unpacking, she wanted to eat.
The kitchen was in the yard, and there were some pots and pans. There was also some oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar, but there was nothing to eat.
"Director Lin, what shall we eat?" Ling Sheng asked.
"You're immortals. Aren't immortals liberated from the need to eat?" Lin Ci said in a serious tone as he pointed at a basket of potatoes. "You can have this if you want to!"
Ling Sheng was baffled. "Are you messing with me?"
