Chapter 115 - 112: Want a Son or Oil?
"Right, right, right, let’s have dinner, and later I’ll show you the entertainment facilities in our community," said a man next to Ling Fang cheerfully, having just taken a big gulp of porridge and trying to ease the atmosphere.
For a moment, the room filled with the sound of spoons clinking against bowls as the people from Sheng Yuan couldn’t help but start eating, while only Lu Chen and Li Chuan’s groups remained seated and unmoving.
Su Mo’s smile faded.
The lenses of Li Qian’s glasses fogged up with steam. He took them off, pulled out a corner of his shirt to wipe them, and spoke softly, "Today in the elevator, we smelled something strange."
Aside from the newcomers, everyone else paused their eating, their expressions turning slightly unnatural.
Until a middle-parted woman sitting among the crowd spoke up, "It might be from the basement—some stored vegetables rotting."
Li Qian put on his glasses, his gaze locking onto her as he identified the person who had tangled with him yesterday.
"Damn those vegetables! I brought my son here for you, and you can’t skimp on the oil," Jianxiong lost his temper, stood up, and slammed his palm on the table, his muscles bulging with tension.
Even a fool could see that these people were deliberately stalling to keep them from leaving.
At his table slam, dozens of people around the large table stood up, all gathering superpower in their hands.