After hearing this, Zhu Minglang stretched out another hand and gave Zheng Yu another "awesome" thumbs-up.
"Got any other talents to show off?" Zhu Minglang couldn't help but ask.
"???" Zheng Yu felt at a loss for how to continue the conversation.
"Haha, I always thought you had talent and that you were bound for great things in the future. Seems like Old Heavenly Father shares my opinion, very good, very good. I am indeed comforted, very comforted," Zhu Minglang said, patting Zheng Yu's shoulder.
"Brother Zhu, your words do bring me joy, but could you not look so smug like a proud father?" Zheng Yu said with a face of helplessness.
"Not at all, you're exaggerating, you're exaggerating," Zhu Minglang said.
"Brother Zhu, did you seek me out for some urgent matter?" Zheng Yu asked.
"Let's get on first, we'll talk in detail on the way," Zhu Minglang invited Zheng Yu to ride the Xuanlong.
