Only at a time like this did Deng Mingyu dare not erupt in anger, he could only approach Long Miaomiao with a smile.
"Little sister, could you mold a clay figure for uncle?"
Deng Mingyu was like a creepy uncle who lured little girls with lollipops, "Once you join the Safety Bureau and become part of uncle's team, no one will dare bully you!"
Such words were rather blunt, and with Deng Mingyu's status, he normally would not say such things, but today was different—with life and death at stake, he couldn't afford to care about propriety.
Little Fatty Sister glanced at Deng Mingyu, "Brother Lin told me to mold for someone, I'll mold for them!"
Deng Mingyu's face darkened. Had he not retained some semblance of reason, he would have slapped Little Fatty Sister's face into a pulp.
Really refusing a toast only to drink a penalty!
"Team Leader Deng, hurry and mold the clay figure!"
Xie Yangchun played the peacemaker and advised.
"God Lin, you're not giving face?"