No one made a sound, everyone's eyes were fixed on Chen Yun's phone.
"Don't be like this, everyone. If you keep this up, He Zhilan and He Teng will get even more nervous." Lin Chan patted the shoulders of Bian Muhe and others beside him, saying, "Relax, relax, let me tell you a few jokes to lighten the mood, okay?"
Then, out of respect for Lin Chan, everyone shifted their attention to him. Lin Chan cleared his throat, coughed a bit, but even with his mouth open, he couldn't manage to say a single word for a long time.
"Lin Chan, are you teasing us?" Bian Xiulin chuckled, "Are you nervous?"
"Pah, I'm just brewing! Don't interrupt!" Lin Chan huffed.
"I've seen speeches being brewed but never a joke!" Bian Xiulin scoffed, "Even brewing nonsense doesn't take as long as you! If you're not saying it, then I will!"
