He thought that Mark was back to help him.
However, after turning around, what he saw was indeed Mo Wuya.
“Wuya, it’s you.”
Zhang Nanhai was a little disappointed. After saying hello, he turned around and continued drinking.
Mo Wuya walked forward and sat down next to him.
He took the wine bottle from Zhang Nanhai’s hand and drank a few sips himself.
“Nanhai, I remember you didn’t drink before.”
“At that time, you were like a fledgling college student who didn’t dare to speak loudly.”
“I’m just studying your formation.”
“I laughed at you for being a nerd.”
“But it’s only been a few years, and I’ve already learned how to drink away my sorrows.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Tell me about it, brother?”
“Is it because you had a quarrel with Yuqing?”
“When I came here just now, I saw Yuqing running down the mountain crying.”
Mo Wuya asked slowly.
Zhang Nanhai shook his head: “Wuya, you know, I never have time to take care of emotional matters. If it’s just her matter, it won’t affect my mood.”
In the past, Zhang Nanhai valued Jiang Yuqing because of Ye Fan.
But now, to him, Jiang Yuqing is no different from other little fans.
There are thousands of women like Jiang Yuqing, and he has no time to deal with them.
“If it’s not a woman, then what is it?”
“You have great power now. The entire martial arts alliance is almost entirely centered on you, and you are also the leader of the preparatory team.”
“In this world, besides that guy, who else dares to frown at you and make you unhappy?”
Mo Wuya asked.