Liang Ying felt somewhat embarrassed when she saw Li Xiaoqiang's expression and finally stopped her chatter, which was as incessant as a crow's cawing.
That's just how Liang Yingying is with her blabbermouth. Once she gets going, there's no stopping her, and her flattery could puff up a pig into believing it was floating on cloud nine and had turned into a human!
While everyone was chatting, a voice drew all their attention.
"Great master, no... Teacher, I've finally found you. Why didn't you answer my calls? I've been searching for you so desperately."
Upon hearing this immature voice, how could Li Xiaoqiang not know who it was? If it wasn't Zhou Dongdong, that little bastard, then who else could it be? This little brat kept calling and texting Li Xiaoqiang, all of which Li Xiaoqiang ignored.
The messages were nothing but, "Teacher, when will you teach us the Sect's Martial Arts? What's the name of the secret martial arts manual? Are there any chicks in the Sect?"
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