"Oh."
"Who?!"
"Say it again!"
The three voices sounded almost simultaneously.
Zhang Ji Xin was dumbfounded, as if hit by an immobilization spell; Xin Fat Man seemed like someone had hit him on the back of the head with a club, appearing bewildered and even reached up to his ears as if he thought he had misheard.
On the other hand, Xiao Xiao and Jiang Yu maintained a certain level of composure.
However, Xiao Xiao's calmness looked more like a forced restraint, as the jade bowl in his hands tilted, spilling half of the collected dew without him noticing at all; Jiang Yu's calmness contained a hint of realization.
That strange realization inexplicably made Zheng Qing uneasy.
"Su Shijun."
