On the other side, Wang Da, who had been eavesdropping at the door of Su Shanshan's room, ran back to his room. Wang Hu was sitting by the bed.
At this moment, there was no hint of innocence on his face, only a hint of agelessness.
After Wang Da entered the room, he carefully looked around to see if anyone was outside before closing the door. Bowing to Wang Hu in a subservient manner, he said, "My lord, they believe me."
"They're not simple. Don't underestimate them," Wang Hu said. His voice had become that of an adult man.
Wang Da said disdainfully, "Just now, I heard them say that I'm a good person who's willing to take them in during the apocalypse."
Wang Hu frowned and did not say anything else. A strand of hair accidentally fell in front of him. Wang Hu quickly and carefully placed it on his scalp. His attitude was like his hair was his treasure.
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