Van Peiyang: "Temple."

Tang Lin: "God..."

You will suffer a loss if you are slow to speak.

Tang Lin narrowed his eyes and glanced at Fan Peiyang.

Fan Peiyang understood for a moment, symbolically took a step back, and then silent for a long time before saying, "You said."

Zheng Luozhu, Nange: "..."

Behind this retreat and silence is the difficult struggle of a domineering president.

From the boss who is a good person to the team member who is based on the captain's order, who can't feel sorry for this 3,000-foot drop?

Tang Linneng.

And he firmly believed that if Zheng Luozhu or Nan Ge also quarreled with the crazy stubborn Fan Peiyang, he would know that being deprived of the right to run for the team leader" was already the greatest tenderness that normal humans could give to Mr. Fan.

“It’s better to wait for a rabbit instead of looking for a needle in a haystack,” he said. “I guess most people think so, so the area near the temple should be the area with the most passers-by.”

They headed towards the temple.

Tang Lin walked in front and Fan Peiyang walked in the end.

Compared to face to face, Fan Peiyang now prefers to look at Tang Lin’s back.

Because the back would not frown at him.

Fan Peiyang thought that Tang Lin shouldn't notice it. Every time he frowned and looked at himself, he seemed to be watching a big trouble or a slightly heavy burden.
Chapter completed!