"War God above!" everyone stared agape and dumbfounded at their boss.
"You weren't moved?" Ning Yu glared at him fiercely.
"Why should I be moved?" Liu Zhenhan was truly baffled, having a strong immunity to such third-rate love stories; he preferred plots like "A rich young lady meets a distressed scholar in a garden."
"You..." Ning Yu was so infuriated she couldn't speak.
Although Yitiao had been influenced by their boss to become quite resilient and shameless, even he was at a loss for words now, finally realizing the huge gap between himself and his boss.
"Is being moved useful? Let's go back and deal with those snake-like divine beasts, that's the real deal!" Liu Zhenhan pointed at Yitiao's nose and scolded, "That's all the ambition you have!"
"Ever since I regained the 'Mending Dew Method,' I've been wanting to say this to you," Yitiao said, disheartened.
