Please Help Us

Destin Wroten and Braydon Neal chatted for a while.

The sky gradually darkened.

Destin stood up and said to Braydon, "Braydon, our conditions aren't that great. I'll go grab a couple of side dishes, and we'll drink just a little tonight. I hope you don't mind."

"I don't mind," Braydon replied with a smile.

He watched Destin's figure as he quickly walked out.

The gentleness in Braydon's eyes slowly faded.

"In their eyes, mortals are nothing but ants…"

In the quiet living room, only Braydon's muttering could be heard.

The sky darkened completely. Just before nightfall, Destin returned, holding two oil-stained paper bags in his hands.

A delicious aroma wafted from within.

"Braydon, look at what I brought back—pig head meat and fresh mutton!"

In the dimly lit living room, Braydon stood up slowly.

"Thank you."

Destin noticed Braydon's gloomy expression and couldn't understand why.