Lin Xuanji's tears were earthshaking and those who did not know better would have thought that something bad had happened.
The storyteller's face darkened. The moment Lin Xuanji arrived, he raised his leg and kicked the latter back!
This action did not have the slightest bit of the demeanor of an expert and it was like a fight between mortals in the marketplace. No matter what, there was nothing strange about the storyteller.
That kick gave Little Fatty and Shi Jian a shock.
"F*ck!"
Lin Xuanji staggered from the kick and nearly fell from midair. He could not help but grumble, "Old man, why did you kick me?"
"Stop pretending,"
The storyteller pouted his lips—he had completely seen through Lin Xuanji's poor acting skills.
With an embarrassed expression, Lin Xuanji wiped away the tear droplets on his face and coughed gently. "Although those tears were fake, my longing for you truly extends to the depths of heaven and earth!"
