"Since you're here, then please take a seat."
Song Yin smiled faintly, yet his voice boomed like a bell and big drum, filling the entire square.
Wang Qizheng scratched his head, not daring to approach Song Yin, about to find some distant corner to squat, "Senior Brother, then I'll..."
Slap.
But as soon as he moved, Zhang Fei Xuan grabbed his wrist.
"Second Brother?" Wang Qizheng asked in confusion.
"Go to the front!" Zhang Fei Xuan said in a deep voice, "You must go to the front!"
Finding a corner to sit casually would surely be acceptable, but when he saw his Senior Brother open his eyes, Zhang Fei Xuan had a vague premonition; if he really just found a place to sit casually now, he feared that in the future, it would indeed become all too casual.
With such a promising future, how could one be so careless!