Miss Lan glanced at Xiao Han with disdain and said, "I'm not interested in your performance here either. If you're capable, try beating Lin Chuan!"
Xiao Han shrank his neck and quickly waved his hand, saying, "Forget it, I'd rather not embarrass myself."
Fighting Lin Chuan was not the first time. Every time he thought his strength had greatly improved and confidently challenged Lin Chuan, he ended up bruised and battered every single time. Not just him, but Iron Bull and the others were the same.
Miss Lan said dismissively, "Well, that settles it."
Iron Bull chuckled, uninterested in Miss Lan. Knowing his own ugly appearance and merely possessing physical strength, and also lacking interest in such matters, he'd rather spend his life with a cannon than painstakingly trying to please a woman.
Xiao Han and Hema looked helplessly as Lin Chuan and Miss Lan drove away.
The three of them helplessly headed straight to the main entrance of the prison.
