Yang Mingzhong shook his head. Seeing Hu Jiayao about to break another wing to munch on, he lowered his voice and said, "Don't make a sound."
Hu Jiayao responded and was about to test the flexibility of his jaw muscles when he heard the person beside him add, "And don't let the smell out either."
Hu Jiayao: ?
He could barely manage not making a sound while eating, but not letting out any smell—was that even possible?
At this point, Hu Jiayao finally realized that he simply wasn't supposed to eat anything.
Hu Jiayao wasn't very sharp, but he was good at taking advice. He immediately wrapped up all the food, putting it in several layers of bags, and stuffed it back into his pocket.
They had been squatting here for most of the night, and hadn't seen a soul, not even a mouse.
