The paper pieces were still fluttering!
The crowd sweated profusely in agitation.
Elder Tang watched everyone with a mischievous grin, his playful intent clear and undisguised.
"Eh..."
Fu Wanshan gave a bitter smile and shook his head in silence.
Fang Zhixing seemed to be deep in thought, his eyes twinkling. He suddenly stepped forward and pinched a piece of paper.
Whoosh~
The paper abruptly paused and quietly landed in Fang Zhixing's hand, unagitated.
Fang Zhixing retracted the paper, thinking to himself, indeed.
"Oh?"
Elder Tang's eyes brightened, and he clapped his hands, "Well, well, my boy, you are a clever one!"
Fang Zhixing cupped his hands and walked to the side with the paper.
Xu Qiaoxia and Gu Xianliang immediately followed, about to speak, when Elder Tang interrupted them, "No communication allowed, no secrets must be revealed."
The couple closed their mouths sheepishly, their faces filled with bitterness.
Time passed little by little.
