"Of course."
Chen Yuan replied with a smile.
"What's wrong? Who's upset you?"
Chen Yuan noticed Little Fatty's eyes seemed a bit red.
"No one."
Little Fatty lowered his head slightly, his chubby face full of worry:
"They say that you are definitely not Master Sister Ge Kalin's opponent this time."
"They also said you are seeking your own death and that the Wugu Sect will definitely not let you go..."
"Don't worry."
"Just wait and see how I thrash her."
Chen Yuan smiled lightly, comforting him.
Little Fatty looked at Chen Yuan's relaxed face and finally nodded his little head.
He rubbed the tears from the corner of his eyes and said he wanted to cheer for Chen Yuan tomorrow.
But unfortunately, by evening, he was forcibly taken away by his grandfather, who rushed over.
Regarding this.
Chen Yuan didn't mind.
After all, no one believed in him at this moment, everyone thought he would definitely lose.
