But truly, how many are there like Ji Jue, with endorsements from over three elders, backed by the church to promote and advertise for him?
Very few.
Too few!
As a result, every time Lou Feng looks at this bastard, he feels conflicting emotions warring in his head.
You could say, the jerk is a jerk, but he's pretty good when he's good.
Unfortunately, still a jerk...
Though somewhat good.
This issue can't be overthought, the more you think about it, the more it weighs on your mind.
"When do you plan to make your move?"
Lou Feng presses: "The competitors are waiting to see us make fools of ourselves."
"No rush, let's wait a bit longer."
Ji Jue grins carelessly, "Anyway, it won't be me being laughed at when the time comes."
"You Ji, you—"
Lou Feng, his fists were clenched!
.
There wasn't the expected explosive sales, but it wasn't desolate either.
