Zheng Qingfeng was a bit clueless, what was the use of scalpers?
But Brother Zhu always liked to be cryptic and never spoke plainly.
He probably figured that even if he explained, with our level and rank, chances were we wouldn't understand anyway.
We were all just ordinary freshmen; I couldn't understand how Brother Zhu's brain could come up with so many things beyond our comprehension.
Indeed, not everyone's eighteenth year was the same.
Nevertheless, since Cheng Zhu had said so, Zheng Qingfeng let the matter go.
He had been worried that the abundance of scalpers would severely impact the milk tea shop.
An hour later, Cheng Zhu finished handling what needed to be done and left Star City with his three sworn sons.
On the way back to school, Dong Dong was engrossed in a heated chat with a girl he had just added.
Then we abruptly heard him slap his thigh with a look of wanting to cry but no tears to shed.
"What's wrong, practicing self-harm?" Cheng Zhu asked.
