The atmosphere between the two grew cold in an instant.
Leng Wushuang and the flat-headed man across the room both stood up simultaneously and left with great tacit understanding, leaving space for the two of them.
Not far away, Leng Wushuang tapped her fair forehead with her alabaster forefinger and said, "That junior brother is really a buzzkill. He's way too vigilant. Shouldn't he at least wait until after dinner to cause a scene? How can we go back and eat now without feeling embarrassed?"
The flat-headed man said blandly, "Being vigilant helps one live longer."
After he finished speaking, the flat-headed man suddenly turned his head to look outside the hotel.
Leng Wushuang seemed to sense something and frowned, "Those rats are here again?"
"They've been here since earlier on the way," the flat-headed man paused, then continued, "Junior brother noticed it too."
"Looks like this matter really can't be hidden from him."
