Ye Tong and Wei Juan were two extremely humble people.
But their humility was a bit excessive, leaving Yang Fan filled with helplessness.
Regarding whose advice to follow, the two of them discussed it for well over an hour, the meal was finished, but they still hadn't reached a decision. Worse still, Yang Fan couldn't quite interject.
With a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, he watched as Wei Juan and Ye Tong, arm in arm, went upstairs, still arguing about whose advice to follow.
He felt somewhat autistic.
If the three of them were already this terrifying, what would he do if there were more people in the future?
Yu Hong Dou and Yang Yuan were already certain.
The uncertain ones were still Fan Sisi, Diwu Ming, Zhang Yulan...
Thinking about these, Yang Fan's head felt like it was about to explode.
In bed, he became like Han Xin, where the more the merrier.
But when faced with this problem, he suddenly became a bit flustered.