What Gu Mo had said was so disgusting that I couldn't help feeling nauseated.
The Thin One made a retching face.
Even Chen Xiao Qiu couldn't help frowning.
Food had been laid out on the dining table in the hotel's small sitting room.
Gu Mo and Nan Gong Yao were about to sit down at the table.
The three of them had changed rooms, probably because Wu Ling had joined them. They'd upgraded from a twin room to a larger room for three, though it still had two bedrooms and a small sitting room.
"You haven't eaten yet, have you?" Wu Ling asked.
The Thin One waved a hand and clutched his stomach. He seemed to have lost his appetite.
I wasn't much in the mood to eat either.
But the three people from Greenleaf were eating the hotel food without the slightest reaction.
The Thin One looked astonished.
Gu Mo snorted and said disdainfully, "Young people these days are so delicate."
"What exactly was going on with that old woman?" I ignored Gu Mo and didn't give the Thin One a chance to argue with him.
Wu Ling swallowed her food, set down her chopsticks, and replied, "We didn't notice anything unusual."
I froze.
"Could the problem be that little kid? No way, right?" the Thin One blurted out. "That video!"
Yu Chuanfeng's video had already been sent to me, and I'd been planning to show it to the people from Greenleaf.
The Thin One was now rushing to play it, seemingly with ulterior motives.
However, neither Wu Ling nor Nan Gong Yao changed expression. They watched the video closely. Gu Mo even shot the Thin One a mocking glance as he ate and watched.
Using a horror movie as a side dish was, to be honest, nothing particularly