Duan Jianchuan squinted his eyes, a cold aura overflowing, "Wen Zishu, do you think I'm dead, talking about me behind my back right in front of me?"
Wen Zishu curled his lips, "What do you mean talking behind your back? What I said is nothing but the truth!"
Duan Jianchuan's face darkened.
Seeing that they were about to start arguing again, Shang Junxiao quickly stepped in to mediate.
"Alright, alright, Little Bro, just let Fourth Bro stay to keep me company. He's really tough in a fight, and since it's just to prevent accidents, we don't need him to be particularly caring or attentive," Shang Junxiao said. "Little Bro, you and Third Bro should head back first. I figure Third Bro has other things to do; don't let him waste any more time."
Only then did Wen Zishu remember Fu Shiyan, who was still waiting downstairs in the car. He touched his nose, somewhat disgruntled, "Fine, then I'll head back first. Old Shang, if anything happens here, remember to call me immediately."
