Yu Minglang went downstairs to meet Hai Zhao and buy some toilet paper for the house.
He came out of the small shop carrying a pack of toilet paper and approached the gate, looking around.
Hai Zhao patted him on the shoulder, "You did it on purpose, didn't you?"
Such a big guy standing right in front of Xiaoqiang, pretending not to see him, what's that all about?
Could he really not recognize him?
Yu Minglang chuckled twice, "If you hadn't spoken up, I would have thought some homeless guy had wandered to our gate and almost asked the guard to give you a bottle of water."
"Cut it out!" Hai Zhao retorted weakly.
Yu Minglang was indeed teasing Hai Zhao deliberately, but Xiaoqiang wasn't to blame.
They hadn't seen each other for just two days, yet Hai Zhao seemed a lot more haggard, with stubble growing on his chin, reeking of alcohol, wearing clothes that looked as crumpled as dried plums, and his hair was a mess.
