Fan Hongjiao and the others were staring at Duan Rong in a daze, not speaking for a long time.
Duan Rong suddenly felt a bit awkward.
Was it just because he was a little late? Did they have to look at him so coldly?
He admitted that when he first jumped down, he took some time to adapt, but after that, he had been descending with full force. In fact, towards the end, he descended with his breath held, landing directly. In his view, he had already used all his strength.
Duan Rong wanted to say something to ease the awkward atmosphere. He was about to speak when Fan Hongjiao put an arm around his shoulders and laughed, "Little junior brother, you're the real man!"
Fan Hongjiao's red lips and white teeth were almost right next to Duan Rong's ear, and whether intentionally or unintentionally, a rather ample part of her was pressing tightly against the other side of Duan Rong's shoulder.
Duan Rong's face couldn't help but turn slightly red.
