The two of them discussed for a long time in the room and almost finished, when suddenly they heard the shout of that strange man outside.
"Hey beauty, when are you cooking? I'm starving."
"Beauty, Little Shitou says your cooking is delicious. I have to try it."
"Beauty, come out quickly, I'm starving to death."
"..."
"..."
Hearing this voice, Xiaoxiao frowned tightly. How could this person be so haunting? His hunger was none of her business.
And always speaking like this might provoke Yang Ming again. As expected, Yang Ming's face now looked very ugly. Xiaoxiao quickly grabbed him and quietly advised, "Honey, don't waste your energy on him, we need to save it for our escape."
"Okay." Yang Ming held back his temper and agreed.
His wife was right. He had his own considerations as well. He couldn't act rashly. If, by any chance, he accidentally twisted his ankle or something during a fight, which could affect their escape plan, they would be doomed.
