Ling Fan clutching the phone, revealed a hint of a smile, his heart feeling somewhat emotional, "It's me, Ling Fan, Beiming, haven't forgotten about me, have you?"
"Damn it, don't you fucking fool me, spit it out, who the hell are you? You think you can impersonate my boss? Believe it or not, I'll kill you!" Curses came from the other end of the line, tinged with indescribable tension, agitation, and a trace of excitement.
"When you were eight years old, you peeped at your foreign language tutor's beautiful teacher while she was showering; at the age of nine, you fought in brawls over a girl...." Ling Fan began, chuckling.
"Damn it, shut up, shut up, damn it, I've only ever shared those secrets with one person, who the hell are you?" The young man on the other end of the line was frantically jumping about.
Ling Fan sighed, "Two years ago they didn't kill me in that explosion, but I was injured. I'm fine now, and I'll be heading to Central Sea in a couple of days!"
