Lin Fan looked at the fuming Zhao Zhongyang and chuckled. He was angry in his heart too but he was Master Lin now. He wasn't at the level of a bunch of children. There was no need to act out of his anger.
The people who had failed to get chosen had conflict in their hearts. Letting it out would make them feel better.
He was Master Lin after all. And he knew that letting the truth out would only do them more harm.
If I don't go to hell, who would go to hell? Let me bear all the troubles.
Forget it. Let's play a game of Arena of Valor first. I haven't played in almost two months. My Li Bai is definitely 6.
When Zhao Zhongyang saw that Brother Lin was still in the mood to play games, he really respected him.
Wu Youlan stood behind Brother Lin, watching him focused on playing the game. She was watching him with great interest.
