Good Boy, Chen Yu

"Fellow Daoist! Please wait!"

With a loud shout, not only Zhang Yanyan and the other two were shocked.

Beside him, Duan Ye and Bahuang Yao were also shocked.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Yanyan frowned. "Is there anything else?"

"Come here, let's find a place to talk." Chen Yu sneakily looked around and pointed to the roof. "Let's go up to the fourth floor and talk."

"You... want to lend us?"

"Of course!" Chen Yu patted his chest. "We're both alumni, and we have old ties. You guys have already spoken, if I don't lend you, would I still be human?"

"?" Duan Ye was at a loss. "What are you doing?"

"Shh." Forbidding Duan Ye from speaking, Chen Yu led the way to the fourth floor. He did not forget to turn around and beckon with his finger. "The three of you, come quickly."

Zhang Yanyan and the other two looked at each other. They whispered to each other for a moment before following behind with doubt.