"Old friend?"
Zhou Li was taken aback, "Sing a song ru ah apu lan···"
"Consider it a plea from me."
Beside him, Tang Wan kicked Zhou Li hard, "Don't play such a terrible joke that no one can understand in a serious situation like this."
Caught off guard, Zhou Li staggered to his feet, scratched his head, and let out a hee-hee laugh, "I just thought the atmosphere was too heavy."
"So, which old friend is it?"
Zhou Li looked towards Tang San and asked.
"Bib overalls, black shirt, turn around and it's a chicken."
Under Zhou Li's shocked gaze, Tang San seriously played along with such an atrociously bad joke. Then he realized that Tang San was serious.
This "old friend" really did look like that.
No, no.
Zhou Li thought he was abstract enough, Bateman's abstract appearance was already a bit too much for the worldly Beiliang people to handle. Unexpectedly, there were masters of this art more than a thousand years ago.
