Wang Daqiang plunged into a deep state of introversion.
His gaze seemed vacant as he stared at the road ahead, occasionally clutching his left cheek, then scratching the back of his head, appearing like a giant question mark, his face filled with confusion.
"Fanzi, I'm not joking with you, I'm seriously asking you," Wang Daqiang finally couldn't hold it in and blurted out.
Yang Fan earnestly said: "I'm telling the truth too, I'm not lying to you. If you want a made-up story, I can concoct another one for you."
How he actually got to know Diwu Ming.
It truly was just a sleepover.
Before that sleepover, the two of them couldn't exactly be considered friendly. Yang Fan was worried about being troubled by Diwu Ming, he even dared not swagger into Han Palace with Old Zhou anymore.
Wang Daqiang fell silent again,
perhaps the inherently silent him chose to be silent again.
