"Yeah, Jiang Chen, we can wait!"
"Jiang Chen, please don't let yourself get hurt anymore, okay?"
Gong Lin and Yè Yùwǎn both looked up at Jiang Chen, their eyes filled with tenderness and a hint of worry.
Jiang Chen gave a slight smile and nodded gently, "Okay!"
Ding ding ding!
The phone rang, Jiang Chen frowned, an expression of disgust appearing in his eyes.
The constant conflicts had truly exhausted him, and he didn't have much confidence in the impending great battle. He always felt that the Eight-Headed might be brewing some big move, and this sense of the unknown made him a bit uneasy.
It was precisely this unknown feeling that brought about a sense of crisis, prompting him to bring Ye Jingyi and the others, along with his family, here.
