บท 225: Chapter 128: The Abacus_2

Shen Fa: "Otherwise?"

Wei Heng: "You you you you..."

Calmly, Shen Fa pried Wei Heng's hand off his collar and adeptly patted his shoulder, "Don't be anxious, don't get frustrated. You need to slowly get used to it, adapt to it. The days ahead are still long..."

Wei Heng stared at his shameless appearance, feeling a sense of déjà vu.

After a moment's thought... Yang Erlang, that little bastard, wasn't he just like this before?

Alright, alright, is this how you all play?

Pointing at Shen Fa, Wei Heng trembled with anger, yet couldn't utter a single word.

A moment later.

Within the grand hall of the Imperial Guards' command, Shen Fa and Wei Heng each nestled in a Taishi Chair with a teacup, one man's sigh barely ending before another's began, much like two salted fish who had lost their dreams.

"Speak up!"

Only after a long while did Wei Heng muster the energy, "Just bickering like this solves nothing, we need to come up with a solution."