Du Fan was a cold-blooded assassin, rarely showing a hint of a smile, "No chopping, I wish Boss well."
"Too much! Why didn't everyone say their blessings together, you make it seem like Xiao Hang and I don't wish Boss well." Rui Kun bared his teeth, "You remember this! Next time you need stitches, I won't give you anesthesia."
"Suit yourself."
"..."
Nan Mufeng sat to one side, watching their banter, feeling truly relieved in his heart.
In fact, he had worried that they would vehemently oppose his decision. The bond between them was more than just comrades, friends... it was more like that of dear brothers.
"Thank you guys." Nan Mufeng stood up and embraced each of his brothers in turn.
"Remember to send us the invitation, we're going to give big red envelopes. We won't just come to eat for free."
"Okay."