Magic Brush Complete-What Would Ma Liang Do?

Qin Fen was brushing his teeth when a barrage of knocks erupted outside his hotel room door. Whoever was knocking seemed obsessive-compulsive, afraid the people inside might not hear, or downright insane, as if he were beating a drum.

The pounding sounded like firecrackers. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought the damn place was under renovation.

Qin Fen was deeply annoyed. With toothpaste still filling his mouth, he came out of the bathroom and opened the door. Today's weather had gone from clear to cloudy; there was no point expecting a good mood anymore.

"Why are all of you here? Getting up this early instead of sleeping—are you all too excited or something? If you're sick, go home and take your medicine." Qin Fen's words hit hard. His tone was calm, yet every word carried a sharp edge. In other words: Were they all crazy? It wasn't even eight yet.

That was simply how Chef Qin drifted through the Mortal Realm—laughing, cursing, and doing as he pleased. He couldn't be bothered whether the other party was truly powerful or not. If they had the guts, they could stop buying his stuff. Besides, their old man had kidney failure, and he happened to have a bottle of Earthly Immortal Realm version Liuwei Dihuang Pills.

Qin Fen had goods in hand, so he had no reason to panic.

The moment those words came out, Song Shaoqing's entire day was ruined. It felt like swallowing a cockroach, only for one of its legs to twitch at the corner of his mouth without going down. That sour, exhilarating feeling was beyond words.

"Qin Fen, are we still friends?" Song Shaoqing had nothing to say. Holding a sandalwood box in his hands, his heart went cold.

"What are friends?" Qin Fen mumbled around