The rustling of the corn leaves was terrifyingly quiet all around.
Lin Nianhe knew without thinking that behind those lush green corn leaves, there must be many pairs of ears standing to attention.
Zhou Chujiang's mouth hung open, and after dithering for a long time, he finally looked at Lin Nianhe with a heartbroken gaze: "You've disappointed me so much!"
Lin Nianhe looked at him with sympathy: "There's an old neighbor lady at my home, she's ninety-eight this year. Guess why she's lived such a long life?"
Zhou Chujiang didn't understand her sudden shift in topic to neighbors, and thought she was awakened by his scolding, he subconsciously replied: "Because she exercises regularly?"
"No, because she never meddles in other people's business."
"Pfft..."
"Pfft..."
Sure enough, bursts of laughter erupted from all around.
Zhou Chujiang finally realized that they were not the only two in the cornfield, and his face turned beet red.
"How can you say such things!"
