"Alright, you two don't get mad."
Qin Hao said nonchalantly, "Lang and Wing, those names are not bad, I quite like them. By the way, I'm Hao, nice to meet you both."
"..."
Lang and Wing exchanged glances, both looking as if they just swallowed something awful.
They couldn't imagine.
How thick-skinned this outsider must be, trying to get friendly at a time like this.
You should know, you face the danger of being tortured to death!
We are a savage tribe! The kind that loves to execute outsiders!
We are not gentle sheep!
Why are you doing this!
It could be said that both were rendered speechless by Qin Hao's behavior.
"What? You don't like me?" Qin Hao said with a deeply hurt expression, "To be honest, I'm a chef in the outside world, and I can cook really well. I got to know your Saintess because of my culinary skills. I thought we could be friends and enjoy some good food together, but it seems I was overthinking it."
