The Last Supper

"Are you really leaving? You still have a choice," Zhou Lingfeng said as he drank his tea.

"I wish to head out to take a look," Zhou Wen said.

"So what if you see it? What if you can't withstand it?" Zhou Lingfeng put down the teacup and asked Zhou Wen.

"I might regret seeing it, but I'll always regret it if I don't," Zhou Wen said with a smile.

"That's true. Instead of living the rest of your life in regret, you might as well die a quick death." Zhou Lingfeng smiled and said, "From the looks of it, I have to work harder. If my main account is crippled, I can only power level my smurf."

Zhou Wen was somewhat speechless. He could never keep up with Zhou Lingfeng's train of thought.

"Tell Ouyang Lan yourself. If there's a need, you can also tell her the truth," Zhou Lingfeng suddenly said seriously.