"If you don't understand, ask more questions," Cheng Ziang rolled his eyes at him and shook his head, "With your intellect and your refusal to accept instruction from others, you'll end up losing even your underwear."
"Voting is just a formality, primarily to show my trust in Little Fengye. How could I care so much about winning or losing?" Hu Daoke gestured with his hand, stubbornly defending his stance.
Seeing Feng withdraw her hand, Yalunte also put his pistol away, laughing, "It seems you still lost in the practical battle. You'd better be more careful next time."
"I understand, thank you for your guidance, brother." Feng bowed slightly, responding respectfully.
"Drop the formalities," Yalunte waved his hand and then sneakily glanced at Cheng Ziang, saying, "It upsets the hierarchy. Just call me Uncle from now on."
"Uncle?" Feng cocked her head, her big eyes curious as they watched Yalunte.
