Jiang Zhou looked at Cheng Feng with an indescribable expression, "Forget it, never mind what I asked."
He yanked down Cheng Feng's arm and left.
He felt like he wasted half an hour for nothing. Wasn't it better to spend that time researching potions and the Insect Clan?
Suddenly, he got over it. The Admiral was his superior, and as a mere worker, what was he fretting about?
Could he change anything? No.
It was pointless to worry about what couldn't be changed, a waste of time.
Cheng Feng stood there with a clueless look on his face. Had he said something wrong?
He thought quite highly of himself, his father had raised him to be a good man since he was young.
*
Not long after Qu Tong stepped out of the room, she received a message from Wen You, "The flavor was changed about a month ago."
Qu Tong couldn't help rolling her eyes, "Oh, I already knew that."
Qu Tong: "Replying now when the body's already cold."
