"But it doesn't matter, just let Cao Aman go, we just need to do our own thing, what does the Central Plains have to do with me?" Chen Gong suddenly laughed heartily, as if all the previous gloom had disappeared.
"I'm just worried that the tree wants to be still but the wind keeps blowing." Hu Zhao was silent for a moment, then said with a slightly heavy tone.
"Is that so? That's fine too." Chen Gong said with a touch of mocking smile on his face. For some reason, Hu Zhao felt like everything about him was completely seen through by Chen Gong at that moment.
"That's fine?" Hu Zhao looked at Chen Gong in confusion and asked.
Chen Gong did not continue to answer, just smiled, and suddenly he had figured everything out. All that's left is to help Lyu Bu achieve his dreams.
[Indeed, only such a battle of wit and strategy in the Central Plains can make me feel the value of my existence, but...] In Chen Gong's mind, the image of Chen Xi talking eloquently appeared.
