Zeke furrowed his brows, casting a cold glance at Malachi: "Stop spouting nonsense."
Malachi chuckled softly, lifting his foot as he walked over: "Whether it's nonsense, you know it yourself. Admitting discomfort isn't shameful."
Zeke's face slightly stiffened, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his emerald eyes: "She can say whatever she wants, it's none of my business."
Malachi shot him a glance, "Always with that deadpan look, I just don't get you. If you like it, you like it; if you hate it, you hate it—why keep suppressing yourself, isn't living like this exhausting?"
He chuckled lightly and patted his shoulder, "Alright, since you don't care, stop thinking about it, time to get to work."
Turning his steps, he headed towards the salt field.
Zeke stood there for a while before also heading to the salt field to work.
As soon as he arrived, he saw Corbin throwing a fit early in the morning at the salt field, face gloomy and aggressive, clearly in a terrible mood.
