Chen Tao was speechless, the more Wen Yan spoke with confidence, the more afraid he felt.
"This idea of mine is a bit of a naive fantasy, I wonder if you can manage it, old buddy."
"Don't push me, it won't work even if you do!"
"Alright, then I'll stop talking. I'll go bring Yu Bao back first."
Wen Yan sighed regretfully, turned, and left without hesitation.
Chen Tao stared blankly as Wen Yan went to the row behind, entered Old Zhao's house, and he gasped.
Dare to cause more trouble, won't you!
Who talks halfway like this!
If you don't speak, how can I righteously refuse?!
Chen Tao sat at the tent entrance, lit a cigarette, looking troubled.
Honestly, though he was in a bit of a miserable state this time, the danger was quite high, he almost got himself trapped.
However, the sense of achievement that's beyond the previous generations couldn't be faked.
The passion filled with fervor that comes only when young couldn't be faked either.
