"Brother An, the wind is going to blow Little Four down there. I'm feeling anxious too."
The Fourth Master sighed and gave the three people a desolate back view as if it contained unspeakable bitterness and melancholy. Zhou Ze felt that... it was a pity that Feng Si had died early. Otherwise, it would have been a pity not to act.
His acting skills were comparable to those of an old actor, and his looks surpassed that of young fresh meat. He was a popular actor. Lawyer An smiled. He stood up and said, "When has this wind ever stopped?"
Master Four was stunned when he heard this and did not say anything else. Lawyer An turned his head and said to Zhou Ze, "Boss, let's go."
Zhou Ze stood up and walked out of the pavilion with Lawyer An. As they walked, they paid attention to their backs in case Master Four suddenly burst out. Except when they could not see the pavilion behind them, nothing happened.
