Lu Shanyang appeared in front of everyone looking desolate, and at a glance, they understood he hadn't drawn a ship ticket.
Jing XiYuaan still asked, "Did you not get it?"
Lu Shanyang's expression was very poor: "No."
"But it's only three times, there's still a chance. If it were that easy to succeed in just three tries, many people would have already left." Lu Shanyang bit his teeth, a crazed look in his eyes.
Fang Qing saw this and lost even the desire to speak to him. From this moment, Lu Shanyang, like everyone else, sunk here, no longer the Lu Shanyang she knew before.
"Yes, there are still many chances." Lu Shanyang ignored Jing XiYuaan, quickly stepping away from him; he needed to find a team, a team of those who didn't mind betrayal.
