By the time Jun Moxie returned home, Tang Yuan had been waiting a long time for him. In fact, Tang Yuan had reached the Jun residence minutes after Jun Moxie had left the place.
"Is it tomorrow?" Jun Moxie crossed his legs as he sat down and asked.
"Yes, tomorrow!" Tang Yuan nodded like a rooster on the way to the butcher's. Although his eyes still reflected a slight trace of hope in them: "Third young master, my brother, I'm relying on you here."
Then the fat man moved closer to Jun Moxie and hugged him!
"Fatty, don't make me vomit, okay. If you do as I say, you will be fine." Jun Moxie hadn't been able to comfort Tang Yuan these past few days, and as a result the Fat man's hands and feet had been trembling with fear the entire time.
