Two men of enormous power, fighting over a beloved toy like little boys, pulled at each other right then and there.
Everyone present was dumbfounded.
Murphy rubbed his eyes in disbelief, feeling as if his sight was blurred, or he was mentally unwell, experiencing hallucinations.
Xia Huangyu's mouth twitched, and suddenly he felt no envy for Lin Fu, even a bit of sympathy.
"Enough!"
Lin Fu finally got angry, shouted loudly, and at the same time, shook off both men's hands.
"Can you two childish ghosts stop messing around? This isn't a soap opera. Am I some kind of toy? Or some kind of trophy for you to fight over? I'm not going anywhere right now."
Lin Fu turned around and pointed at Jon, who was watching from a distance, "I'm going to follow them right now."
Jon was immediately dumbstruck, wanted to cry, but had no tears.
Murphy, who had been dazed all along, finally started to regain his composure and played his role as a diplomat.
