Xiao Zhan, quick-witted and agile, pulled his wife behind him and looked at Song Chao'an with a hey-hey smile.
Song Chao'an's raised hand suddenly paused in the air, and as he saw Xiao Zhan's move, he immediately understood his intention.
"You kid."
Song Chao'an's old face was somewhat embarrassed.
As an elder, he genuinely wanted to praise Xiao Zhan and Ye Youlong for their victory. How did it become somewhat like I'm harboring ill intentions in your eyes?
Cough cough.
It was nothing really.
But with Xiao Zhan making a fuss, Song Chao'an became embarrassed instead, not knowing what to do with his hand in the air.
Luckily, at this time, four people walked in through the door.
Two men and two women.
It was Chu Mo, You Yun, Gu Chen, and Bei Feng.
Seeing them, Song Chao'an's hand finally found a place to rest.
He looked at the four with an expression that did not show much joy or anger, and asked in a somewhat stern tone, "How severe are the injuries?"
