Early the next morning, Ye Huang and Lin Song went out.
The "Song Sheng" from last night was found by the police, and they were asked to go to the police station to identify him.
A waft of perfume drifted into the air, and Ye Huang looked at Lin Song oddly, "You put on cologne?"
"Mm." Lin Song kept a straight face, acting cool.
"A stinking stone in the latrine wants to become a hotshot?" Ye Huang chuckled, full of teasing, "Lin Song, how are you going to thank my wife?"
"What?" Lin Song feigned ignorance and got in the car first.
Ye Huang followed and didn't intend to let it go, "Did you guys do it last night?"
"..." Lin Song glared at Ye Huang awkwardly. "It's better to see through and not speak out, that's what a gentleman does."
Ye Huang didn't mind, "Fine, let's not talk about it. Next time, I plan to help my wife shell crabs, so you better learn in advance."
Lin Song: "..."
Are you kidding? Crabs are hard to shell properly!
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