Ji Teng closed his eyes, striving to digest this reality.
While Uncle Zhou, on the other hand, didn't dare to utter a single word anymore.
"Given these grievances, even if I brought it up, would he be willing?"
Fortunately, Ji Teng was only casually mentioning it, his eyes still closed, his hand touching the two golden locks he never parted with. He gently flicked the golden locks to make them collide, producing a pleasant sound.
Suddenly, he changed the topic.
"Tell me, Cui Yun's girl ran off with someone else, why isn't he in a hurry?"
Ji Teng's love for gossip was quite strong: "If you were that girl, would you choose him or Xie Xun?"
Uncle Zhou: "This..."
Ji Teng spoke to himself: "I'm afraid it's a tough choice either way."
Uncle Zhou, with three creases across his forehead: "Master. Maybe we should talk about Ji Wang instead. His movements behind the scenes are really frequent, and if we talk about difficulty to deal with, he surpasses Ji Zhui."
