"Is there anything more important than sitting at Yunzhong Restaurant and cheering on Master Qin?"
Xu Tuqiang's loud and clear words made the morning joggers hang their heads in shame and start reflecting on themselves.
I should be damned, I have let Master Qin down.
Many of the joggers silently repented in their hearts.
He Cheng: ... Damn, is this what they call a restaurant speech?
Qin Huai, still kneading dough at the kitchen station: ...
Qin Huai glanced at Zheng Siyuan, who was already eating Chicken Soup Noodles, and couldn't help but ask, "Uncle Xu and the others... have they always been like this in the past few months?"
