"Is the tea competition turning into a brawl? Wait for me, I'm coming to help someone!"
Hearing Ah Qing's words, Mo Yiqing, who was initially lying in bed, quickly got up, put on his clothes and pants, and followed Ah Qing out, ready to help as well.
It's a fight!
Whether we can win or not is another matter, but we can't lose our momentum before it starts.
Ansheng had a strange expression as Ah Qing dragged him out by the back of his neck.
"Ah Qing... look at my toes, all my toes are curled up."
"Guess why they're curling up."
"You don't need a helmet when fishing, but we should bring one for Old Deng because he might be justly beaten by everyone..."
Ansheng murmured, secretly complaining about what's happening with Yu Zhenghong.
Isn't that so-called shady tea just the oolong I helped Old Deng make for the competition?
And what is Old Deng doing?
He's actually gathering friends offline to support him!
