"You got one thing wrong, and I remember telling you that I'm not mixed up with Brother Gong," Li Qing said with a serious face and a heavy voice.
Liang Yu chuckled, "Alright, let's just say I remembered wrong. But he should be an acquaintance of yours, right? I'll call him over, so you two can meet."
"Gang, come over here!"
Li Qing's expression suddenly turned somewhat ugly.
Liang Yu was blatantly setting him up for a public display of veneration.
Fine, let the man put on a show.
Li Qing, who had intended to leave straight away, waited.
He was actually curious to see what kind of person Liang Yu had found to make him call him brother.
He had even dropped the "Brother" title when referring to Brother Gong now.
Not far away, a young man wearing a shirt and jeans, with a car key hanging around his waist, came over when he heard the call.
His hair was very fashionable, black mixed with a few streaks of purple, which shimmered in the sunlight.
