Just as the customers were fantasizing about the future, an inharmonious voice suddenly came out.
"You're thinking too much. Didn't you see that you only took a day off? It's definitely not a big project, just some decorations, like the Sergestes wall. Maybe the number of seats will be reduced. "
Instantly, the atmosphere turned cold ...
That's right. These words were said by the dying Wu Hai. It was like a cold spell that made him lose his daydream of the future and even his future become bleak.
What he said made a lot of sense, but it was because it was too reasonable that it attracted a burst of anger.
"If there's no food today, then there's nothing else to say. Wu Hai is going home. Just wait and see." Wu Hai even rhymed.
He didn't feel the murderous gazes around him at all. He walked home slowly, and his die-hard followers were still following him.
The group of people were left staring at each other.
