The "Lao Wei" Deng Chun mentioned was the old patrolman Zhao Xi had seen several times before. Once at the docks, twice by the storage yard, and now again at Highland Plaza.
It was noon now. Lao Wei seemed unable to bear the heat and was wiping sweat with his sleeve—with his intact arm.
Zhao Xi whispered to Long Qi, "If this is a coincidence, the entire internet is laughing."
"Mm-hm."
Long Qi had not restored the Bullet Screen function just to verify the audience's reaction. He had noticed what Zhao Xi saw too, along with a few more details.
In fact, before Deng Chun called out to him, Lao Wei had already been staring in their direction. That posture clearly meant he intended to greet them—or at least one of them.
Now, it seemed highly likely that person was Godmother... ahem, Lady Wen Huilan.
But perhaps he lacked the courage and had been unable to speak, hesitating there. When Deng Chun took the initiative to greet him, it shattered all the courage he had worked up. His instincts told him to avoid them, and with those conflicting thoughts, his body froze in place.
Wiping away sweat was perhaps one way to ease the awkwardness.
As for Wen Huilan, she remained calm throughout.
But wasn't that sort of calmness especially strange at a time like this?
Tsk, tsk. Could there be some old flame between them?
It was not that Long Qi had a dirty mind. The situation and those details practically forced people to think in that direction.
Deng Chun's half-joking, half-serious words had already been directed right at Lao Wei's face, so the latter had no choice but to respond. He turned slightly sideways as though preparing to leave and chuckled. "Seen you, seen you... I just came