Xue Fuxiao kept praising and admiring Dongfang Sansan, more and more.
Dongfang Sansan's mouth twitched.
This is the one time I truly didn't foresee it...
He replied, "I really didn't see this one coming."
Dongfang Sansan is an honest person; if it's not mine, it's not mine.
"Come on, who are you fooling? If you didn't foresee it, would you have had me patrolling the Southeast for months non-stop?"
Xue Fuxiao didn't believe it at all.
Do you take me for a fool? Claiming you didn't foresee it? Then why did you have me running back and forth in the Southeast until my legs became thin?
Surely it wasn't just for a workout, right?
But, perhaps Sansan wants to stay low-key—Xue Fuxiao understood.
So he asked, "Since Dong Changfeng has received the Gun Demon inheritance, can I go back now?"
