Then Zhou Xun gently stood on tiptoe and gave Lin Mu a quick peck on the lips like a dragonfly skimming water. To Lin Mu's eager surprise, she actually blushed, lowered her head, and scurried back to her room!
After a short break, I suddenly remembered the Eight Great Mountains flower and bird painting that looked like a black chicken, so I took out my phone and sent those pictures through WeChat to Old Lin, hoping that the always resourceful Old Lin could uncover the secret hidden in the painting!
Less than a minute after Lin Mu sent the message, a call came in. Picking it up, sure enough, it was Old Lin. Wow, this old guy is super efficient!
"Old man, did you find out anything? What does it mean?"
"Damn you, how many times have I told you and you still don't change? If I'd known you wouldn't even call 'grandpa', I should have shot your father onto the wall back then!"
Holy crap, that's harsh! Just cut to uproot! Even more sinister than cutting off descendants!
