"Oh, really?" General Little Taylor raised an eyebrow, "I'm quite curious about what James said."
"Actually, there's something I'm curious about too." Xiao Qiao rested her chin on her hand and asked him.
"What is it?" General Little Taylor's attitude was very gentle, "Please, go ahead."
"Did you know your wife has cancer?"
General Little Taylor, "..."
Wesley, "..."
All the crew, "..."
It was as if a bomb had exploded right there, and the originally noisy cabin fell silent. Everyone's eyes were on Xiao Qiao, who seemed used to dropping bombshells that could stop conversations dead.
"Xiao Qiao!" Wesley frowned.
