The two young men paused mid-step, their bodies stiffened, not knowing why they felt so uneasy and scared, but they just were—fearing that misfortune was imminent.
"What shrimp?"
Both young men turned around at the same time, Pineapple asking tentatively.
Probing gaze.
Lan Mu's eyes fell on Pineapple's face, his lips curled into a cold smirk, his eyebrows raised, "I heard you were enjoying your meal earlier."
With a smile, Pineapple nodded, "Yes, your wife is really nice, not only beautiful but also very amiable and easy to get along with."
Anyway, no matter what happened, showering someone with praise was definitely the right move.
"Is that so?"
Lan Mu's eyes suddenly turned cold, and Pineapple, frightened, stood at attention as if in military training, loudly responding to Lan Mu, "Report to the captain, it's true."
The weather was hot, and the tension made sweat break out on his forehead.
