Lin Musheng's attitude towards Wan Qingsi was kind of like a dead pig in a pot of boiling water. No matter how caustic and sharp Wan Qingsi's words were, no matter how much his words burned, Lin Musheng just ignored him.

"Come, come, Xiao Shasha, the snails here are to die for!" Lin Musheng said, holding out a fork.

Wan Qingsi got in the way of Lin Musheng's fork before it reached Ah Sha's mouth and bit off the snail. He spat it out after he chewed two times. ...