"Hehehe... Hi there, friend from China." Hu Junyan said with a laugh, stretching out a hand toward Chen Yiran.
Of course, his other hand was still hooked around Tianxin's neck.
"..." Chen Yiran's gaze was almost murderous as he looked at him, then reached out and shook his hand.
It's just that, while these two were shaking hands, they were secretly exerting force, subtly competing in a test of wrist strength.
Tianxin stood by the side, watching their hands clasp and unwilling to let go for a long time, unable to resist giving Chen Yiran a puzzled look.
The usually calm and collected Chen Yiran now had a slight sheen of sweat forming on his forehead, his jaws tightly clenched, and the tense lines on his arm indicated he was in a highly alert state.
"Yiran brother... Yanyan... what are you... doing??" Tianxin hesitated briefly before finally addressing them.
