The old man clearly wanted to form some kind of connection with Chu Yi.
He had already walked up to Chu Yi, and when he stood next to Chu Yi, Chu Yi realized that this old man's height was not much shorter than his own.
He figured it was probably intentional.
"Let me introduce myself."
The old man tilted his head, looked Chu Yi up and down, and nodded with a smile: "Not bad, not bad at all. No wonder my brother is always singing your praises."
Hearing the word "brother," Chu Yi finally understood what was going on.
"Pang Daihai?"
"That's right, my brother. I'm Pang Dachuan, little brother."
Chu Yi pursed his lips and chuckled.
This Pang Dachuan was even more interesting than Pang Daihai. He called Pang Daihai his little brother—didn't he know that the guy was a little brother?
Chu Yi was a meddler himself; from Pang Dachuan's physique, he could clearly sense that Pang Daihai's abilities should be better than Pang Dachuan's.
