Mo Fan's mouth twitched uncontrollably, barely suppressing his laughter.
Too damn funny!
Are these people stupid? Whatever he says goes? They actually let Miss Lu pull this off?
Taking advantage of the moment they bent over, Mo Fan gestured toward Lu Mian to take action.
Lu Mian tilted her head slightly, hands casually stuffed in her pockets, her chilly voice calm as she spoke, "You've got the wrong person. I'm not your boss."
Fighting doesn't need any of these tactics, just do it already.
Lu Mian wasn't the least bit scared. It was as if she hadn't had her fill from yesterday's brawl and now had a fresh batch of people to practice on—she was thrilled.
Mo Fan: ...
Smacked down by his own teammate.
Mo Fan stood aside, torn between laughing and crying. Miss Lu, can't you be a little less blunt?
Since they've already bought it, why not just roll with it?
