Old Cured Meat vs. Little Fresh Meat, Love Talk Offensive

The restaurant's restroom…

Hu Xinyue never thought that Song Fengwan would be with Fu Chen…

Didn't she call him Uncle?

The two of them are about seven years apart.

"Third Master, what should we do? Should we settle it?" Qian Jiang asked bluntly.

This time, Hu Xinyue's eyes were really red. What does this bandit want to do to me? What should I do?

She had already imagined many police and bandit movies she had seen in the past. Her eyes were red from anxiety, but her mouth was tightly sealed, and she couldn't call for help. Her face flushed red.

Are they going to shoot me in the head to silence me or throw me into the sea to feed the sharks?

"Shh—" Fu Chen motioned for her to keep quiet.

Hu Xinyue hurriedly nodded.