Qi Siming voiced his suspicion, "You two seem quite familiar with each other."
Ou Tiandao shot Qi Siming a mute stare, while pointing at his own chest, he smirked coldly, "You think she and I are close? Would she have beaten me to this state if we were close? I don't have any masochistic tendencies."
Qi Siming, "..."
He has, after all, a hunch that their fights and insults are all just a manifestation of love.
Ou Tiandao glanced down at the footprint on his own shirt and sank into a daze. After a while, he suddenly clapped Qi Siming's shoulder, "Wait for me here while I make a phone call outside."
Stepping outside, Ou Tiandao held his phone and went silent for a moment.
The picture that kept appearing in his mind was the departing figure of Xu Siyu, which looked just like...
However, 'A' should not be Chinese, right? Much less a resident of Tac City? If that was the case, he might as well suspect that he was the next generation Ultraman.
