"Fr...Friend, stay...stay calm," Mo Weiran stammered, speaking to Hua Yan who was holding onto him, trying to push him away, but...
He, just a little trash at the second-order primary stage, couldn't push away Hua Yan, a big shot at the Ninth Order.
"Su, you are Su."
Beside his ear, Hua Yan kept repeating the name Su, over and over again, within which Mo Weiran could hear a hint of longing and emotion.
Mo Weiran was momentarily stunned, forgetting to react. When he finally came to, he simply gave up struggling.
Since he couldn't push away, he might as well lend a shoulder to the big shot.
Upon coming back to her senses, Gu Zhiqi saw Mo Weiran standing there motionlessly like a wooden figure, still held tightly by Hua Yan.
So, she said nothing, walked over to the side, and continued to watch Su Yunling set up the array.
Seeing this, Mo Weiran raised a hand, wanting to call out to Gu Zhiqi, but in the end, he gave up.
