Zhu Yan made a great show of loyalty with thick skin toward Fang Yi, making Fang Yi think of that fat fellow, Song Wuliang.
Fang Yi said blandly, "Very good, thank you for having that thought, I quite like it."
Zhu Yan immediately grinned and said, "No problem, no problem, from now on, I'll follow you! If you tell me to go east, I'll never go west. Just give the word, even if it were to climb a mountain of knives or plunge into a sea of fire, I wouldn't even frown."
Fang Yi couldn't help but sigh lightly, and Zhu Yan quickly asked what was wrong.
So Fang Yi inadvertently patted Zhu Yan on the shoulder, nearly making Zhu Yan mistake the brake for the gas pedal.
"Do you believe what you said?"
"Well…" Zhu Yan chuckled, "It's just a metaphor, just a metaphor, don't take it seriously."
