"Eh!"
Qin Feng couldn't help exclaiming as he looked toward the crowd.
A man dressed like a scholar was cursing and grumbling in the middle of the crowd, with a cute little head peeking out from his arms.
It was none other than Lao Zhao and his little sidekick, Qingqing!
"Sigh!"
Qingqing propped her chin on her hand and sighed helplessly.
She'd thought that when Lao Zhao said he was going out to lie low, he meant he'd go out on some adventure. Who could've guessed he'd hide away in the Eight Great Hutongs? He'd even insisted, with complete confidence, that there were so many beautiful women around Qin Feng that he'd never come to a place like this.
But the ill-fated bond between them was too strong. Fate had brought them together once again.
"Lao Zhao!"
Qin Feng's eyes lit up at once. "You son of a bitch, I've missed you to death!"
"Qin Feng!"
When Zhao Changsheng heard Qin Feng's voice, his heart gave a sudden lurch.
Especially when he saw Qin Feng hurrying toward him, he immediately turned and tried to disappear into the crowd without a word. But Qin Feng had already locked onto his target and charged forward, grabbing him in one swift motion.
"Lao Zhao, what are you running for!?"
After grabbing him, Qin Feng immediately complained, "We're all disciples of the Immortal Alliance. You came to the Eight Great Hutongs to feast by yourself without bringing us, fine—but why are you running when you see us? Are you afraid we'll make you treat us!?"
"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding!"
Seeing he couldn't escape, Zhao Changsheng turned around with a smile. "How could a man of letters like me come to a place like this? I just happened to be passing by..."
Before he could finish...
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