Originally, Gao Dafu had wanted to say that he had known Li Mu Yang for several days. But then he remembered that he had just claimed Li Mu Yang had only recently come to Tiandu City from his rural hometown. That would make them childhood friends who had grown up together, so he changed course and replied, "To answer you, Young Master, Huang Ergou and I have known each other since childhood. We grew up playing in the mud at the bottom of the same huge pit."
He looked tall and sturdy. When it mattered, he really could be relied upon.
He gave Li Mu Yang's buttocks a strange glance and said, "I even know perfectly clearly that he has a black mole on his butt. If Young Master doesn't believe me, just have him take off his trousers and show you."
Song Tao naturally would not actually make Li Mu Yang take off his trousers. If he did that, what would become of the dignity of the Song family's eldest young master?
The next day, the whole of Tiandu City would probably be buzzing about the amorous and talented Song Tao's fondness for men, forcing an innocent young silk-shop clerk to take off his trousers in broad daylight—especially when that clerk was so ugly.
"No need." Song Tao looked at Li Mu Yang with some distaste and said, "When I saw this Ergou's way of walking from inside the carriage just now, he looked exactly like an old friend of mine. That was why I came over to stop him and ask. But now it seems I mistook him for someone else."
Li Mu Yang's heart tightened. It seemed he had been far too careless.
Although his appearance and voice had changed, his movements had not changed much. Those