If Lin Li had assisted Xiang Yu instead of Fan Zeng back then, Chu Sheng would have prevailed.
However, Zhou Baowei went to the fridge, grabbed a can of iced coconut juice, and tossed it to Lin Li.
"I'm not drinking for free; I'll share half of the chicken cutlet." Lin Li, who was already stuffing snacks from the coffee table into his mouth, didn't have time to deal with the chicken cutlet, so he handed it to Zhou Baowei and mumbled.
"That was damn mine originally!" After shouting, Zhou Baowei sat beside him, sighed helplessly, and took out his phone: "I have to place another order now."
"Hold on!" Lin Li, who was drinking coconut juice, immediately spoke up, quickly called up the order snatching interface, then nodded at Zhou Baowei: "You can place your order now."
Zhou Baowei: "..."
He put his phone away again.
If Lin Li snatched this order, Zhou Baowei swore on his extra fat that Lin Li would deliver it to him intact, immediately.
