Xiong Zhuangzhuang, seeing that Xu Yi was still unaware of the situation, excitedly recounted the commotion caused by Xu Yi.
“Xiong Zhuangzhuang, you’re not fooling me, are you?” Xu Yi’s teeth ached from listening.
Especially when the thick-browed and big-eyed Xiong Zhuangzhuang uttered those praises that made one’s toes curl, Xu Yi couldn’t help but feel goosebumps all over.
“Why would I fool you?” Xiong Zhuangzhuang expressed dissatisfaction with Xu Yi’s suspicion, “Hongjing, Lu Zaiye, the two of you can testify for me.”
“Congratulations, Xu Yi,” Hongjing said with a serene smile, holding a Buddhist bead, indirectly confirming Xiong Zhuangzhuang’s words.
Xu Yi’s vision darkened; it seemed that she had truly become famous this time.
“Why didn’t the three of you go challenge the tower?” Xu Yi took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down and asked.