"What kind of prediction is this? We wanted you to tell us something good, but instead, you're just throwing cold water on us!" Zhong Qiaohui suddenly shoved Zhang Sanfeng's shoulder.
Zhang Sanfeng nearly fell to the ground, taken by surprise.
It was clear that Miss Zhong's way of speaking was quite similar to Gu Nuan's. Granted, Gu Nuan was more tactful, but she often hit the nail on the head, while Miss Zhong's words were like daggers. Truly, birds of a feather flock together.
"He hasn't finished talking yet." Zhan Dapeng raised his hand as if to stop their argument, thinking to himself, if it weren't for Zhong Qiaohui livening up the atmosphere, who knows how things would have turned out.
Sometimes, being straightforward has its advantages.
Wei Changqing crossed his arms, looking like he was ready and waiting.
