Ye Xunzhi looked at Wu Chengshan in a whole new light. "Dude, you just defected to the enemy like that?"
Wu Chengshan looked incredulous. "How can you call it defecting? My boy and I never joined their side. We were just taking the same path for a while."
Lin Ranran and the others were stunned by his sheer shamelessness.
But on second thought, there did not seem to be anything wrong with what he said. He really had never said he would join them, from beginning to end. He had only walked with them.
Since anyone who could upset the enemy was a good person, Ye Xunzhi generously served them two bowls of noodles. The bowls and chopsticks had come free with the pot.
The father and son immediately tucked in with utter satisfaction. The aroma carried for miles, tempting Jiang Qi until he was practically drooling.
He forced himself to look away, his gaze as gentle as water as he comforted the somewhat dejected Lin Ranran:
"Ranran, it's fine. Our main purpose on this trip was to pick mushrooms anyway. Besides, we brought fishing rods, didn't we? I'll grill some fish for you later."
"Brother Qi is right. Let's start fishing, then." Lin Ranran perked up too.
She glanced toward Ye Xunzhi. Until the very last moment, the winner had yet to be decided.
But that single glance made Lin Ranran's expression change. "Tongtong, why did you go over there?!"
Mu Tong did not know why she had come over either. Just now, she had felt a mysterious force drawing her over step by step, like a fishhook.
Ye Xunzhi watched her playfully. She raised the bowl in her hand, and Mu Tong's head rose. She lowered the bowl, and Mu Tong's head immediately dipped.
Bowl left, head left.