As much as he found him annoying, Su Huai didn't directly respond to Chu Changkuo's subtle provocation.
As a dignified reborn individual, Su Huai didn't need to be magnanimous, but he certainly had to have presence.
In such a situation, presence translated to—let whoever wants to jump, jump. See how high they can get and when it's no longer entertaining, slap them against the wall.
If they only manage to jump a few centimeters with all their might, then they're not even worth the bother.
Your brother Huai never beats the old, weak, sick, or disabled.
Hence, Su Huai pretended he didn't see Chu Changkuo's defiant little glance and quietly adjusted his military training uniform.
As expected, Chu Changkuo couldn't hold back and took the initiative to leap out.
He first took out two sticks of '95 from a plastic bag and, after opening them, distributed two packs to everyone.
"Come on, guys, I forgot to buy them in the afternoon. Let me make it up to everyone!"
