C271 A Group of Lunatics
Upon hearing the remark, Gushe Feihua's anger flared. He was about to launch into a rebuttal when he felt Dao Lang gently pulling at his sleeve from behind. "Let it go," Dao Lang said softly. "We shouldn't have spoken out of turn. Let's just drop it here."
Gushe Feihua paused, a surge of warmth unexpectedly rising in his heart.
Dao Lang and Zeng Xiaopang were far from perfect