Feng Lin's words had just fallen when a brief silence enveloped the surroundings.
Everyone's gaze was fixed on Feng Lin.
Song Qiangwei lightly stepped on Feng Lin's foot. Did this man even have a brain?
In this situation, how could he say such things?
It seemed that the lesson he had received earlier wasn't sufficient.
In the distance, the sturdy man wearing a baseball cap's expression grew increasingly icy as he walked towards Feng Lin.
But after taking just one step, Wang Shui stood up with a laugh and waved him off.
Only then did the sturdy man back off.
"I remember you're called Feng Lin, right? Didn't you eat today?" Wang Shui asked with a smile.
"Yeah, I was dragged here by your people in the morning and locked up until three in the afternoon."
Feng Lin propped up his chin, "Otherwise, I'd go buy something to eat."
"We usually have our meal at five-thirty in the afternoon. Just bear with it a bit longer,"
Wang Shui said to Feng Lin with a smile.
