"Even if you aren't professional, that's scary enough…" Ong smiled bitterly.
Salted Fish shook his head and twisted his body. "To think there's water here. Not bad, not bad at all. I haven't showered in days. One, two, three, wee!"
As he spoke, Salted Fish leaped up and plunged into the tiny stream on the ground.
Fangzheng pricked up his brows but didn't stop him. Instead, he watched with a chuckle.
Ong facepalmed, finding it an unbearable sight.
Then, they heard a loud bang!
Salted Fish's head was bent ninety degrees as his body was erected like a flag. His eyes were filled with confusion as he exclaimed. "Who the hell placed a pane of glass here!?"
Ong said, "If there were really water flowing in the room, it would turn the room humid. This water is flowing beneath the glass and only meant for decoration."
