How's the chief?
Yun Jianqiu was stunned.
He didn't understand what Fang Che meant by this question.
But he felt as if he understood.
Yet this simple question, he couldn't answer immediately.
After pondering for a moment, he followed Fang Che for more than a dozen steps, and then softly tried to answer: "Maybe, the person... is okay, just a bit arrogant."
"A bit arrogant... haha, alright, I get it."
Fang Che waved his hand: "Go on, I'm going to have some fun at the Four Seas and Eight Desolates Tower."
"Well then, have fun, Mr. Fang."
Everyone waved goodbye.
With Ye Meng behind him, Fang Che moved leisurely toward the Four Seas and Eight Desolates Tower. It was still quite a distance, seven or eight miles away.
If he used his movement technique, he could be there in an instant.
But walking like this would inevitably take some time.
Fang Che walked calmly at an ordinary pace.
He constantly made mental drafts.
Prepared seven or eight plans for himself back and forth.
