"Hongle, are you in a bad mood?" Shi Huaifeng suddenly asked.
Leyu was sipping an iced honey Five-Flower Tea, watching those idiots who'd been acting all tough just now but were now crying for their mothers as they swam in the sea. Leyu blinked at the question. "No, I'm in a great mood."
"Did I go too hard with the punishment and make them suspicious?" "After all, Leyu had only replaced Qin Leyin as a substitute for less than a day, and the memories weren't fully sorted out yet, nor had he inherited any of Qin Leyin's habits. Right now, he was really just an official edition Leyu in a new skin."
"You hardly ever offend people, and if you do, you never leave any survivors," Shi Huaifeng shook out his blue and white windbreaker, "I always figured you'd either rough them up a bit then smooth things over, or just dump their bodies in the river. It's either friends, or corpses—no third option."
