Lian Jin suddenly slapped his forehead.
"Right, I've still got a witness here, Xiaoshui… hey? Xiaoshui, why are you hiding so far away? Go bring him up!"
Yang Ruoyu slipped off like a flash and soon dragged over a short, stocky man.
Su Huan took one look and instantly grinned. "Last time that drink wasn't enough fun, so you came back to mooch more booze off me?"
Jiao Ting gave a bitter smile and shook his head. This guy really knows how to hold a grudge—just because that one drink knocked him out twice… For that drink and that severed head, he absolutely couldn't accept anything happening to Su Huan, so even though Lian Jin explained over and over that the two were friends, he still insisted on tagging along.
Seeing how Donghuang Heavy Industry and the Armed Train got along, he finally relaxed. Su Huan was clearly more capable than he'd imagined.
