"What kind of trouble is that? It's all over... We both fought, and we're our own people."

Zhao Laomo said with a shy face.

"..."

Xiao Chen looked at Old Devil Zhao. If he was not convinced by anything else, he would just accept this old devil's face. He was really thick-skinned.

He was fighting life and death just now, and in the blink of an eye, he was on his own again?

Most people really can't bear to look like this.

"Haha, that's right, then I won't argue with you."

Fatty Chen thought that he could take half a step so quickly because of Zhao Laomo's contribution, so he smiled and nodded.

Chapter 3~

I don’t think I owe it, but I still owe it, but it won’t be long, I’ll make it up tomorrow!
Chapter completed!