Morning.
As usual, Lin Feng got up early, washed up, and went out of the room.
"Morning."
Coming to the first floor, apart from Yang Fan who had drunk too much white wine last night and was still asleep, Gao Hai and others were already sitting at the dining table having breakfast.
The breakfast was plentiful, besides white porridge, buns, fried dough sticks, and soy milk, there was also fried rice and roasted meat rich in Qi and Blood. With so many varieties, it was obvious that it was packed from the cafeteria to bring back.
"Morning, Brother Feng."
At the dining table, while eating breakfast, Gao Hai and the others secretly glanced at Lin Feng.
Lin Feng appeared very calm, which instead of reassuring everyone, made them more worried.
It's important to know that by this time, the martial artist forum was in complete chaos.
From the initial disbelief, thinking it was just a joke, to things getting bigger and bigger in the end.
