The person sitting in the seat of honor inside was none other than Lin Jiao's first love, Song Yang, the scam artist from Northern Myanmar.
At this moment, Song Yang looked full of himself, with one foot on the stool, arrogantly eating deep-fried skewers.
Surrounding him were seven or eight people.
He lifted his head and glanced coldly at Wu Xia, then his eyes widened in shock, and he abruptly stood up from his stool.
"Wu... Wu Xia..."
"Wow, big brother, you know each other!" Liu Hu hadn't seen Wu Xia, who had already resumed his original appearance, and said helplessly as he turned his head around, "I even gave him a new name, afraid that you'd get mad!"
"Hey, that's not right!" Liu Hu suddenly snapped back to reality: "Big brother, the Wu Xia you know isn't Guardian God, is he? How could it possibly be... Ah! Mama mia!"
Liu Hu, seeing Wu Xia standing behind him, got so scared that he collapsed onto the ground.
"This... this is really happening!"
