"Alright." Meng Zilin reluctantly accepted Mo Shangjun's explanation, pointed the gun muzzle behind Duan Zimu, and then said, "Line up and play rock-paper-scissors for the food reward, stand over there."
Mo Shangjun raised an eyebrow and quickly shouted, "Yes!"
As the words fell, she moved a few steps diagonally backward and then stood behind Duan Zimu.
Duan Zimu suddenly felt a heavy sense of responsibility on his shoulders.
Originally planning to give up, Duan Zimu immediately changed his mind.
"By the way, 050, what were you about to say?"
Meng Zilin seemed to recall the words Duan Zimu didn't finish earlier and casually asked.
"Report, nothing." Duan Zimu replied earnestly.
Upon hearing his answer, Meng Zilin didn't pursue the matter.
Su Bei stared at Duan Zimu grudgingly.
Oh my!
With just a change of tone, Duan Zimu's towering image in her heart crumbled instantly.
A man who changes his face faster than flipping a book.
