"This is Shinzu Island?!"
Lim Xian slammed the table on their hangout place at the mention of that cursed island where his personal maid and her so-called friends were planning to go.
It has been a minute ago since Lim Xian returned to their hangout place and he has been acting like this ever since. His friends, except for Wang Qing He who agreed to buy them drinks this time, had been looking at him as if their friend has lost it already.
In front of Lim Xian was his Macbook where he tried to search what that damned Shinzu Island looked like. Apparently, it was small and ordinary-looking compared to the island they are going for the holiday trip. (Two perfect words to describe his personal maid. Really.)
