Jia Baomo stood nervously to the side.
In front of him, Zhang Sanfeng in a wheelchair and Wei Changqing standing, looked like two irreconcilable camps.
"You say let her go?"
"Yes." Zhang Sanfeng replied.
Wei Changqing gave them a disdainful look, turned around, his whole body seemed to shiver with incredulity, raised a finger with his back to Lao San, and said, "Since when did you all start listening to a woman?"
"We did not listen to her."
"Then you say—"
"Even if we disagree, she will go, as long as she decides to."
"Stop her!"
"Why don't you try yourself?" Zhang Sanfeng raised his head, looking relaxed and at ease.
In contrast, Wei Changqing almost had a bulging-eyed expression: "You say let me try? I've only met her once, not as familiar as you all are, how can I persuade her?"
"I've already said we are at a loss with her. If you have the ability to outwit her, go ahead and talk to her."
