What kind of people did Zhuang Zhixi know?
Bai Fendou, no longer able to keep up the act, said, "It's me, Bai Fendou! I live in the same courtyard as Zhuang Zhixi and his wife. Do you remember me?"
He pulled off his headscarf.
Ming Xiangdong's mouth twitched as he gave Bai Fendou another once-over, his gaze lingering suspiciously on the man's dress. After a long pause, he said, "Get in."
Bai Fendou: "Ah, thank you!"
He quickly climbed into the truck, placing his hands obediently on his knees. This wasn't because he was particularly well-behaved, but because he had spotted a large machete at Ming Xiangdong's feet. Anyone would be scared of that.
Besides, Ming Xiangdong himself looked quite intimidating.
Bai Fendou didn't dare say much, but the silence felt awkward. He stammered, "I… I…"
Suddenly, he remembered he was wearing a dress.
