"Hey?"
Ye Lian, who had just rushed to the corner, also turned her head back and stared at the manhole cover for a moment.
"What's up?" Ling Mo asked, puzzled, looking at her.
Ye Lian tilted her head, seemingly deep in thought, then slowly shook her head.
At this moment, Mu Chen also came over, approaching Ling Mo before slapping him heavily on the shoulder: "Damn, you really have guts!"
His expression was indescribable, as if he was plotting to give Ling Mo a good beating, yet reminding himself that he couldn't win.
"Seriously, I thought you were seeking your own death, but turns out you really have some tricks up your sleeve. But next time, let's keep it down a bit, shall we? No no no...better yet, let's not have a next time." Mu Chen's smile was forced, but his tone was less sarcastic when he mentioned Ling Mo having a plan.
"Are you done squeezing? Can you let go now?" Ling Mo glared at Mu Chen and said.
