"Actually, this is gutter oil."
"But it's delicious!"
"My stomach isn't very good."
"It's alright, uncle. I'll take care of you."
In the end, under Lu Jiujiu's intense and determined gaze, Mu Xianchu took a bite of the spicy slice. In the end, he even forced a pickled chicken foot into his mouth and forced him to eat it.
Mu Xianchu finished his meal without any thoughts or expression.
Coincidentally, he received a message on his phone.
[Are you still moving?] [I've found one for you!]
Mu Xianchu, "Get lost, get as far away as you can."
[F * cking burn the bridge after crossing it?] Did you eat Lu Jiujiu clean? Did you know? She's ten years younger than you. More importantly, she's Lu Chuyao's cousin!!]
Mu Xianchu didn't reply.
Instead, he deleted and blacklisted his friends in one go.
Eat clean? If he continued, he would indeed be eaten clean.