"I heard that Old Master Yan always wanted you to go out and experience the world. Should I suggest him to send you to the Middle East for two years?" Fu Nancheng said with a cold sneer.
"No... Third Brother... Don't ruin me! If I come back from the Middle East, the person you'll see will be a monkey!"
"Then why haven't you left yet!"
Fu Nancheng said coldly, Yan Jiu laughingly walked towards the door, not forgetting to say: "Third Brother, I'll call Qiao Mo to help you cool off!"
"Leave..."
"Hahaha..." Yan Jiu laughed as he left.
Fu Nancheng was furious, his face darkened, secretly vowing that one day he would tear them both apart!
Qin Zhaoran intended to joke around, but Qiao Mo was still worried about Fu Nancheng's injury. After all, the cold sweat all over his body couldn't be fake, and even his shirt was soaked through, suggesting the pain was unbearable.
