At noon, Li Jing was invited to have lunch with Zhou Shun and Huang Jun.
Zhou Shun was still the same as before, with a crew cut and a few strands of white hair at the temples, and his jacket could not hide his burly figure.
Huang Jun, on the other hand, had changed so much that Li Jing didn't recognize him at first glance.
Due to excessive fat reduction training, Huang Jun's face was now deeply sunken, with his eyes wide open and a jawline sharp like a knife.
The veins on his neck bulged, resembling centipedes clinging to his neck. The muscle lines on his iron-hard arms were clearly visible. His broad chest was like a solid wall, even raising his thick coat.
"You look like this..."
Li Jing was slightly surprised, patting the other's strong arm: "I almost didn't recognize you."
"Brother Jing."
Huang Jun tugged at the corners of his mouth, managed a smile, but there was a hint of fatigue in his eyes, speaking hoarsely:
