Two tall, long-legged men, both possessing top-tier looks—one icy and aristocratic, the other sunny and flamboyant—stood side-by-side at the entrance of a breeding pen that reeked of a distinct "fragrance" and was carpeted with dried grass and duck manure.
Inside, dozens of plump, white ducks waddled around leisurely, quacking away or splashing in puddles.
"No way! We have to catch ducks?!" As Qin Zeyu approached, the pungent odor hit him, and seeing those waddling birds with their seemingly dim-witted yet vicious gazes, his heart began to pound.
Chapter 43