At this moment, no matter who it was, even Bai Xi, Zhang Dongyang, Ye Jingtian, Dong Yu, who had considerable confidence in Zhang Fan, were all dumbfounded!
You may not have eaten pork, but you've at least seen a pig run.
Intracranial bleeding—none of them had experienced it, but just hearing it sounds like an extremely serious condition.
Ten minutes—what kind of concept is that?!
The time it takes to smoke a cigarette?
This is absolutely impossible!
"Little Fan, don't mess around," Bai Xi came to Zhang Fan's side and whispered.
The other party is at least a founding member of the National Shield Bureau.
Is this something to joke about?
"Oh, Empress, my heart is broken. Even my dearest you doesn't believe in me. I'm so tired and heartbroken!" Zhang Fan looked visibly hurt.
!!!
Countless people winced!
Believe you!
Aren't you aware of what you've done?
Solving intracranial bleeding in ten minutes—go outside and ask around; who would believe you?
