"Aren't these props?"
Su Sheng started to help himself, picking up an Orleans grilled wing. The taste was quite good, to his surprise.
At this moment, Shu Jie was dressed in a large floral skirt, her long hair tucked into a hat, and wearing a mask too. At a glance, it was really hard to reconcile her current appearance with the youthful and beautiful figure of the past.
"Eight yuan, small-scale business, strictly no credit!" Shu Jie joked as if she was teasing.
Su Sheng spat out the chicken wing bone and said, "You've given your body to me, and you still have the nerve to talk about money?"
"Can you, can you not talk nonsense," Shu Jie blinked her large eyes, finding this man more and more outrageous, but for some reason, she didn't reject this kind of verbal flirtation.
"Er, are you interested in starting a husband-and-wife chicken business?"
Su Sheng picked up another grilled wing and started to talk business, inquiring about the murderer and the Underground Black Market.
