What's Wrong With Being A Salted Fish?

Don't Open Your Eyes at Midnight 3

At this time, Clay noticed Lin Zhuo's expression. He grinned, with the corners of his mouth extending infinitely towards his earlobes, as if his head would split in two in the next second. He said in a sinister and laughing voice: "It seems that a guest saw the original owner of this house last night?"

Almost in the next second, everyone's eyes turned to Lin Zhuo, while Lin Zhuo himself slurped his porridge as if nothing had happened.

It's so hot! Lin Zhuo stuck out his tongue. The top was obviously cold, so why was it still so hot down there?

Then a glass of purified water suddenly appeared next to his tableware. Lin Zhuo turned to look at Wen Chuan, only to see the latter eating biscuits calmly, as if the act of handing over the water just now had nothing to do with him.

"Cough cough!" Someone in the restaurant coughed a few times, and Lin Zhuo seemed to realize that everyone was staring at him.

Lin Zhuo held the glass of water and said in a gentle voice, "why are you all looking at me?"

"Why are you pretending? Everyone knows that you made such a loud noise last night?" The man with glasses seemed to dislike everything about Lin Zhuo, and he also grumbled a few words in dissatisfaction.

"I don't understand what you are saying." Lin Zhuo tilted his head towards the man with glasses, looking innocent, as if the other party had wronged him.

"Alright, alright, my distinguished guests." At this time, Clay clapped his hands to interrupt them: "It's okay, I'm very considerate, and I have prepared a gift for the friend who met the original owner. I hope he will like it."

After hearing this, the other people around could only wish Lin Zhuo good luck in their hearts. After all, what Clay said must not be a good thing; and the man with glasses was extremely excited, as if he was hoping that Lin Zhuo would die in front of him in the next second.

When Clay said this, his eyes were almost on Lin Zhuo. Lin Zhuo was as calm as a rock, and it seemed that he didn't hear what Clay said. Anyway, even if he heard it, he didn't take it to heart.

Seeing Lin Zhuo like this, Clay was so angry that he secretly rubbed his feet on the floor: Just wait, I won't let you have it easy.

"Mr. Clay, what do you want us to do?" Suddenly, a girl who looked young raised her hand and asked.

She had two ponytails and a pretty face, at the age of youth and beauty. She was wearing a black sportswear, and what was eye-catching was that she was carrying a backpack, which she never took off even when eating.

"Oh, beautiful lady, thank you for reminding me. Yesterday, I felt that you were tired from the journey and hoped that you could have a good rest, so I did not disturb you. Now, thank you for accepting our commission."

Clay straightened his collar and said seriously, "It's like this, I lost a rabbit. It was a gift from the king, so I hope you can help me find it." As he spoke, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket and kept wiping the corners of his eyes, as if he was really sad.

"A rabbit? That's it? Ridiculous! Waste of time!" said an elite man. He also wore a pair of glasses, but they had thin frames with chain pendants at the end. His hair was also specially styled, and it even reflected light.

When Lin Zhuo turned his head to look at him, he was a little suspicious. Wasn't the man's backpack full of mousse, styling spray, etc.? Otherwise, how could his hair be so shiny and strong?

"That's unreasonable!" Clay's mood changed even more obviously when he mentioned the rabbit: "That's a rabbit given by the king! If you don't find it, you'll lose your head, you know?!"