C376 Treadmill
"It seems like someone's missing this time …" Pang Yu muttered.
"A lot less," Jia Mu counted on his fingers, "Qin Zhen, Ancestor, Old Sun..." "And Zhang Ji and Du Ji …"
"It's Du Ji!" Pang Yu slapped his thigh, "No wonder I feel much more relaxed after coming out this time."
"If no one hits you, you're going to get itchy, aren't you?" I laughed.
Pang Yu thought about it and nodded
