By this point, Zhu Yiqun's voice was already choked with emotion. It was a long and tearful story; heaven only knew how he'd gotten through all those years.
"So, what are your plans now?" Song Changsheng didn't even have to ask; he knew this guy must have run away from home.
"We were just talking about that. What do you think about me?" Zhu Yiqun suddenly sidled closer with a cheeky grin.
Seeing the look on Zhu Yiqun's face, Song Changsheng felt a shiver run down his spine. He quickly stepped aside, took hold of Zhuang Yuechan's soft hand, and said, "What are you doing? I'm not into men, you know."
"Damn it, get your mind out of the gutter." Zhu Yiqun rolled his eyes. "Isn't your Song Clan recruiting Honored Guests? With my abilities, it shouldn't be a problem, right?"
"You want to join the Song Clan?" Song Changsheng's eyes lit up. With Little Fatty's skills, his joining would be a huge asset.
