"Stop nagging at me, I'm just here to deliver food."
Mr. Yan Huan carried the food and dishes over to a small side table, looking quite impatient:
"If you get hungry later, just go to the New Oriental building and freeload off someone else."
"Why would I freeload? Did you forget something?" March 7th stared at the food in Mr. Yan Huan's hands, akimbo, and said with a stern expression:
"We're honored guests, you know. Shouldn't whatever we want to eat be handled by the payer?"
"We've already eaten a few meals at Yan Qing's place, how can we just give up like that?"
"Find him first and then talk."
Mr. Yan Huan spread his hands:
"You guys are competitors. While you're playing poker here, he's still out there sliding on his shovel in the ice field."
"Eat your food. Eat when you're tired, and sleep when you've eaten."
"I'll come down south to see you often in the future."
"Get lost! I would never degenerate to the point of going south!!"
After bantering with March 7th, Mr. Yan Huan went next door to Sushang's cultivation room to deliver food.
As soon as he opened the door, a flurry of clashing combat sounds rushed into his ears.
"Whoa!" Even before seeing the actual scene, Mr. Yan Huan could feel that surging fighting intent.
"As expected of a proper Cloud Knight, truly reliable!"
Not failing Mr. Yan Huan's expectations, Sushang was already fighting the virtual entity in the cultivation room, going at it tooth and nail! Fighting like glue! Fighting bloody and fierce!
The sound of gold and iron clashing was endless, and finally, under Sushang's thrust, the virtualized other self regretfully exited the stage.
"Hoo..."
Sushang panted heavily, completely unaware of Mr. Yan Huan's arrival.
After beating back the virtual