"What's my name?"
The man in the black T-shirt was obviously flustered by Fu Qian's question, feeling it was somewhat out of place.
"Liang Yuntian, what's wrong?"
"Nice name."
Fu Qian casually commented without answering his question.
Turning, Fu Qian walked to the window and pressed his face against the glass.
With the visibility outside, nothing could be seen amid the rolling fog.
However, amidst the continuous roar, one could faintly distinguish the voice of that monster brother.
Of course, by now his voice had gradually become distorted, as if in reckless destruction, his vocal cords were already torn and shattered.
Sister Ox-head is truly formidable!
But Fu Qian's focus wasn't on this; it was on the name the man in the T-shirt had just reported.
In such circumstances, the probability of lying about a name was extremely low, but the name Liang Yuntian...
