Luna stifled a laugh and started humming a song again, one that was quite popular in the apocalypse, with a cheerful and lyrical tune.
Corbin Crowley had never heard it before, and it seemed very unfamiliar to him, but he found it quite pleasant.
He couldn't help but turn around to look at her, his expression surprised.
Since when did this damn fat lady start singing, and so well at that.
It's just that her behavior is too annoying.
"Ding, congratulations to the host, Corbin Crowley's good impression increased by 20 points, currently at -80. Please keep up the good work."
Just then, the system's voice suddenly rang in Luna's mind.
Hearing the voice in her head, she was instantly stunned.
How could the good impression increase when she was being so disgusting to this dog-man and harassing him?
She blinked, feeling a bit happy inside, could it be that the dog-man likes this kind of approach?
If so, then wouldn't she have found a way to get on this dog-man's good side?
