"Song Yun, you're too arrogant!"
Zhao Wangquan glared at Song Yun and said, "Don't think this is Sunan!"
"And don't think this is Beijing, of course, even in Beijing I'd still stomp you!"
Song Yun replied with a smile.
"Try it!"
Zhao Wangquan said coldly.
"Do you want to be defeated by me?" Song Yun asked.
"If you dare, come on!"
Zhao Wangquan responded.
"Just you wait!"
Song Yun said with a grin.
"You two, stop arguing every time you meet!"
At this moment, a familiar male voice arose from nearby.
Ma ChunTian stepped over with a glass of wine in hand.
"Ma Sj!"
Song Yun greeted with a smile, and Zhao Wangquan along with Zhou Guang followed suit.
"You are all the young talents of Shen Zhou, you should join hands and contribute to its development." Ma ChunTian said, "The scheming and fighting is ultimately internal friction!"
"Got it." Song Yun nodded and said no more, while Zhao Wangquan snorted coldly and walked aside with Zhou Guang.
