Beside Lu Yuwen, Su Man listened to his words, silently widened her eyes, and gently nudged him with her elbow, whispering, "…You don't want the game to end either?"
"How could that be?" Lu Yuwen smiled and shook his head, "As long as the game exists one more day, countless people will lose their lives. Of course, I hope the world returns to normal soon. I was just trying to analyze Bai Youwei's psychology, and I think I can understand it. Of course, it's normal for the public not to accept it."
Su Man sighed, "Alas, it's a pity that we've become commoners and can't help her."
"Even if you weren't commoners, I wouldn't recommend you trying to help." Yan Qingwen glanced at her, "The final battle is extremely dangerous. You're the only daughter in your family and not suitable to fight."
Su Man pouted and retorted, "If we don't fight, will we survive? We're still just waiting to die…"
Zhu Shu asked Yan Qingwen, "Is there any way we can help Weiwei?"