Wen Muchu's brows furrowed slightly. He ignored the dirt on his body and sat down on the chair.
He picked up his phone and was about to call Lan Xiao.
Unexpectedly, just as he sat down, a person fluttered in from outside the door, wailing and howling.
"073, what the hell are you doing? During training, I tried my best to chase Yingluo away. Couldn't you have waited for me? The two of us are in the same team, and you caused me to be left so far behind. I accidentally stepped on air and fell. Look, look, my forehead is bleeding."
Wen Muchu raised his eyes and looked at Shao Qingfeng, who had been noisy all this time.
"Are you done?"
Shao Qingfeng was taken aback, and he wiped the blood and sweat from his forehead.
"F * ck, I've said so much, don't you feel any guilt?"
"No, who asked you to be so slow that you can't keep up with me?" Wen Muchu turned around and lowered his eyes to look at the dark screen of the phone.
