Leng Wushuang tugged at the corner of her mouth and said, "I couldn't tell, our little junior brother here is quite shameless."
Flat-top Man: "Yes!"
Leng Wushuang: "You don't want to take action, do you?"
Flat-top Man said, "How can the light of a firefly compete with the sun and the moon?"
Leng Wushuang's expression carried a slight hint of resentment, "You're shameless too."
The Flat-top Man simply snorted and didn't speak to Leng Wushuang anymore.
Afterward, the Flat-top Man began eating the barbecue, but when he picked up the bottle of Wei Yi in front of him, intending to take a sip, his hand paused slightly.
Only drinks Wei Yi, the second senior brother?
This thought only flickered in his mind for a moment before he banished it.
And in the moments that followed, the Flat-top Man remained silent, leaving Leng Wushuang to carry the conversation.
