Chaoyang almost measured the map of this town with his feet, dragging his feet as if they were filled with lead, looking at the hateful man walking leisurely in front of him, he couldn't help but get angry: "Hey, if I keep walking, my feet will spark sparks!"
Fuqiu Yu glanced at Chaoyang behind him: "What did you just say?"
Chaoyang felt a chill and immediately smiled flatteringly: "Master, what I just said is that you are tired after walking for so long, why don't you take a rest?"
Fuqiu Yu: "I'm not tired yet."
Chaoyang: ... Your sister, you are not tired, but I am.
Looking at the face that was flushed by the sun, Fu Qiuyu's lips curved slightly.