"You better not mention something you can't afford to trade."
After Luo Aiman finished the introduction, his tentacle flicked, and the toothpick disappeared into the void, "By the way, is it customary on your side to point weapons at each other when discussing business?"
"Ah, sorry!"
Li Zheng quickly came to his senses, hurriedly put away the Desert Eagle, and stood properly.
Luo Aiman, unfazed, waved his tentacle and said, "No worries, the attack just now has been offset as part of the trade, so you don't have to worry about me retaliating. Speaking of which..."
He pointed a tentacle at Li Zheng's feet and said, "Is that your pet?"
"Pet?"
Li Zheng turned his head, realizing that the little figure of Xiao Ying was no longer on his shoulder.
Looking down, he saw the little guy lying stiff on the ground with eyes closed, looking peaceful.
"Hmm..."
Li Zheng opened Xiao Ying's pet panel and saw the word 'Healthy' under the status column, knowing the little one was playing dead.
