Xing Hu's words made Cheng Ziang furrow his brows, but before he could speak, Hu Daoke stepped forward and said first, "What's all this about currying favor? What do you think interpersonal relationships are like? We're friends. Since we're friends, we shouldn't care so much about comparisons of interests. It's nice to have company on the road, you tell me about your things, and I'll tell you about mine, isn't that great?"
After hearing these words, Xing Hu looked at him emotionally, then glanced around at everyone. It was obvious that his eyes were turning red, but he still forced a smile and said bitterly, "As such, I will never forget the great kindness all of you have shown me."
"No need to be so polite," Hu Daoke stepped forward and put his arm around him, patting his arm, and said, "When we first met, I thought you were someone worth getting along with. Now that the battle is over, let's go have a couple of drinks."
