"What's going on?"
Ren slightly flinched at Leonel's voice near his ear. He was about to turn the other way when Leonel peeked over his shoulder. Thankfully, the message on Ren's screen was invisible to others.
Caught in the act, Ren clenched his fist, cleared his throat, and said weakly, "Nothing."
Leonel raised a brow, eyes narrowing like a detective on a case. "Nothing? Then why are you smiling, frowning, and looking constipated at the same time? I know you, Ren. You can't hide anything from me. Is that…?"
Leonel squinted. Ren froze. That look—like Leonel just caught him having a secret affair—made him sweat.
"Is that a new racket? Are you earning money somewhere?"
Ren exhaled silently. Good thing Leonel was an idiot.
"Yes. Leo, I'll lend you this." Ren opened his inventory and gifted Leonel the [Golden Pickaxe]. Because they were friends, they could share items freely.
Leonel blinked, surprised. "You're giving this to me?"
