Ning Ze was a bit taken aback, somewhat disappointed, "Oh, I see."
It seemed his hope to win favor with the goddess and, in turn, with Brother Jiang had fallen through.
He placed the shrimp on the plate and sat down.
Jiang Jingheng looked at Mu Yan, the coldness in his eyes receding like the tide, and the oppressive feeling in the room dissipated along with it.
"How do you know you're allergic if you've never tried it?" Lan Xi suddenly said.
Mu Yan looked at the girl sitting next to her, just a bit older than herself, with a feeling that this girl was hostile to her.
"Tap tap tap," the sound of fingers tapping on the table suddenly rang out.
Accompanied by a man's faint voice, "Have you said enough?"
Even though his voice was quite gentle, those who knew him well understood that when this sound appeared, it meant he was impatient and about to lose his temper.
Lan Xi's body shrank a little, looking at his cold face, she immediately lowered her head and didn't dare to speak.
