Zhou An brushed the cookie crumbs off his clothes, stood up, and said, blushing:
"Ah, Brother Su, I can go. Zhu Wenwu is afraid of dying, but I'm not. If I die, then I die. He has a cute sister, but I don't... Besides, you saved my life."
Zhu Wenwu's face twitched. He hadn't expected Zhou An to joke about him even now, and he said flatly:
"But I'm stronger than you."
If it came to a fight, not even three Zhou Ans could beat him now.
"You..."
Zhou An looked frustrated, slapped the table, and said, "I'm a support-type, a support-type, you understand?"
"Snap~"
The decaying table completely collapsed, falling into several pieces on the ground.
Chang Yi, looking slightly resentful, whispered, "This table was really hard for us to find."
Zhou An smiled awkwardly, "I lost my composure, lost my composure."
Zhu Wenwu turned his head to Su Changxing and said seriously:
