Jiang Yu subconsciously looked at Lin Zida, noticing that Lin Zida's face was calm and unchanged in color. There was no hint of pretense or difference in his posture. Jiang Yu had known all his life; the only thing he did not understand was Lin Chen.
Jiang Yu's heart was crowded, if Jiang Yuming wanted to make a real friend, he had to be sincere and valued. Jin Shanghua supporting him in the snow was never enough. If Lin Dunzhong had already signed the card, he would have chosen to rely on Fang Ming, which would be less than Lin Shuhao, but if Lin Shuhao was arrogant, then he would be in danger. It was a big gamble, not a matter of life and death.
Fang Ming, seeing Jiang Yu hesitating, opened his mouth and said, "Jiang Yu, are you still hesitating? Do you think you can't stand Lin Du?"
Someone said in the morning, "Fellow Jiang, are you still hesitant? By now, Lin Zida's arrogance must have killed him, why don't you quickly leave Lin Zida?"
