The air instantly froze for a few seconds.
Maeve Lane was the first to chuckle lightly, "Just a suggestion, no need to take it to heart."
The girl somehow felt like the surrounding air had dropped to freezing point and found an excuse to leave.
Inside, Julian Fairchild felt a bit annoyed; he thought Maeve's words were not just directed at that girl.
Now it was just Maeve Lane and Julian Fairchild left.
When with Julian Fairchild, don't expect him to speak first.
Maeve Lane was well aware of this; her skin was much thicker than the girl's earlier, "Let's go, shall we get some food?"
Julian didn't move, and Maeve stood by his side for a while, seeing he seemed a bit unhappy. Her fair hand tugged at his sleeve, "What's wrong, did the fish you fed all sink?"
Sinking fish—Julian chuckled angrily, "It's really cold."
Maeve raised her eyebrow; what's wrong with a cold joke, it was effective, wasn't it?
