Fu Ziqiu felt his hair stand on end under Josh's gaze: "Why are you looking at me like that?"
This was the guy who had said he wanted to sink him in the ocean before.
Josh chuckled dismissively, "Just looking at you, what about it?"
He accidentally slipped into some regional dialect, giving off an especially incongruous vibe.
Fu Ziqiu felt a bit uneasy, as this elegant young man suddenly switched to a rough voice, asking in confusion, "Aren't you mixed-race? How come you're spouting Liaodong slang?"
Josh's sneakers repeatedly tapped on the ground; his tone nonchalant, "Recently, I did arms dealings with some folks from that area. Hey, do you know what my family does?"
Fu Ziqiu, looking particularly honest in front of Josh, who appeared even younger than him, shook his head: "I don't know."
