Mo Shangjun fell silent.
Ya Tianxing didn't speak much either; he furrowed his brows in contemplation, seemingly lost in thought.
The living room suddenly became quiet, and Shen Xi looked at the two of them nervously, at a loss for what to say. It wasn't until that moment that Shen Xi realized—
She had no idea who Mo Shangjun and Ya Tianxing really were.
What were their names?
What was their background?
Why had Chen Lu referred to them as "helpers"?
To her astonishment, Shen Xi found herself having recounted all of the current problems to two strangers she had just met.
At this moment, Chen Lu picked up a cup of water, took a sip of tea, glanced at the other two, and asked leisurely, "So, do you still want to get involved?"
"What about you?"
Mo Shangjun asked him in return.
"I have no choice," Chen Lu said, then deliberately added, "and as a jobless vagabond, I can wander anywhere. But you two... can't, right?"
The last three words were clearly intentional.
