Shen Mqing's voice wasn't loud, but Chi Ye, who had just returned, still heard him.
He rubbed his chin and leaned in. After glancing at the fried chicken on Shen Mqing's plate, he pretty much understood why the guy had suddenly started acting like such a suck-up.
The kid had been clamoring for KFC ever since they arrived. Yesterday, before he left, the punk had even been secretly begging Ling Xuan for it.
'The young master of the great Shen Family, and this is all he aspires to?'
'But then again, what did he just say... Don't tell me Wen Qian has another Beastman?'
'Doesn't that mean my precious nephew has yet another rival!'
'No, this absolutely will not do.'
So, he reached out, grabbed Shen Mqing, and said with a grave expression, "My friend, I think your line of thinking is very dangerous!"
Wrenching his arm free from Chi Ye's grasp, Shen Mqing shot him a contemptuous look. "Who's your friend?"
