Zuo Xiaoduo froze for a moment.
Zuo Changlu rarely gave him such heavy, even extreme, lessons.
I thought Dad had called me over just to show off his son... had I actually gotten it wrong?
But Dad today-Dad just now-looked pretty cool!
Inside the shop.
The truck driver, who had remained silent all this time, chuckled.
Feeling embarrassed about showing off in front of his son, so he's forcing a lesson on him? But what exactly did he call me here for, making me travel hundreds of thousands of miles?
My heart's getting a little jittery.
Zuo, who scrapes the heavens three feet higher; You, who sinks the stars for ten thousand miles. Those damn names weren't given for fun...
He curled his lip. "Zuo... Brother Zuo, that's far too dark, and far too profound too. I bet the boy's lost in a fog right now... Hmm, so this is your son?"
Zuo Xiaoduo looked at the driver. If this man's appearance had been described in an old novel, "rugged and imposing" would probably have fit the bill.
Well, to explain: when people in ancient times described someone ugly, they generally wouldn't say outright that he was ugly. They would use other adjectives instead, such as: this man looked exceptionally rugged and imposing.
He had coarse features and stood well over two meters tall, with long hands, long feet, long legs, and broad shoulders. His hair was a tousled mess, yet gleamed jet-black. When he grinned, he revealed two rows of large, white teeth!
Zuo Xiaoduo made a mental comparison.
Those teeth alone were probably more than twice the size of an ordinary person's, like door planks.
After sizing it up, I reckon I might not even be able to knock out one of those teeth with a punch.
Despite