In just a moment.
Qin Zhan's already weathered eyes appeared even more world-weary, and his body had become slightly more stooped.
In contrast, Lu Changsheng was beaming, his lips curled in a slight smile of victorious strategy.
Slap slap.
Lu Changsheng patted Qin Zhan's shoulder, laughing, "Alright, alright, it's just asking you to give a little greeting gift. Look at you, acting like it's costing you your life."
Isn't it just?
This damn gift-giving almost stripped me bare to my underwear.
Qin Zhan chuckled bitterly, "It's fine, I can still hold on."
What, still hold on?
Lu Changsheng's face brightened with joy, and then he extended his hand, "Then it seems you have a hefty family treasure. Old Deng, how about we burst some more?"
Although he didn't understand what "bursting some more" meant, judging by the situation, Qin Zhan got the hint.
His body shuddered as he waved his hands, "No, I can't hold on anymore... can't hold on..."
