She stopped mid-sentence. She had probably remembered Xu Wuyi's current status and the rumors surrounding him. Her outstretched hand hesitated.
Xu Wuyi naturally shook her hand. "Just call me Wuyi. This guy, Zhou Heng, has he been talking trash about me behind my back?"
"No way!" Zhou Heng's eyes went wide. "I only ever sing your praises, okay!"
Lu Weiwei laughed, and her initial nervousness dissipated. "He really hasn't said anything bad. He's always talking about how hard you used to train in Martial Arts, even climbing the wall at midnight to get to the training hall."
Xu Wuyi glanced at Zhou Heng. "You sure remember the wall-climbing part clearly."
"Of course! I even kept watch for you!" Zhou Heng chuckled, sitting back down and pouring Xu Wuyi a beer. "Come on, let's have one! To celebrate the triumphant return of our Martial Artist Xu... no, our Hero Xu!"
The glass mugs clinked together with a crisp sound.
