After a night of sneaking, Wei Zhuang returned to the safe house with modest gains but inexplicably received a hit from a cane.
He looked innocently at Zhu Luo, who was holding a cane and wearing small leather pants, with a baffled expression.
Instinctively, Wei Zhuang looked at Zhang Ze, but Zhang Ze paid him no attention at all.
With his back to everyone, he sat in the corner of the bed, holding Li with one arm and seriously rubbing her belly.
Every time he rubbed for a while, a burst of Fuji's giggling would come from Li's belly.
Meanwhile, Zhang Ze's other hand was moving back and forth in front of him, seemingly fiddling with something.
From the action and range, it looked urgent.
Wei Zhuang then looked at Qin Lang, who also did not speak, just whistled and tilted his head to study the genuine ceiling of the room.
With no alternatives, Wei Zhuang didn't dare ask further questions and awkwardly changed the topic.
