Li Wenli had grown accustomed to Bai Junjun's good fortune.
It would be strange if the young lady didn't gain something from her outings. After everyone regrouped, Bai Junjun and Li Wenli held a brief meeting.
At that time, under the watchful eyes of Ah Dao and the others, Black Eight felt extremely awkward.
Smiling Face, with his arms crossed, said seriously, "I recognize you."
"Uh…" Black Eight was a bit embarrassed.
"That night, when Brother Ah Dao was fighting one-on-one, your clapping and cheering were the loudest!"
"That was… that was…" Black Eight, feeling shame-faced, said, "When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. I was just trying to fit in with Black Spider, but now I've seen the light, and I'm with you guys."
The others: "..."
They finally understood why Miss Junjun had spared this guy.
It turned out Miss Junjun had seen right through him from the start, recognizing him as a fence-sitter.
