Taotao: "She didn't. I was ordered by the group admin to drag him in. @Xing'Er, you're really something else. You actually managed to talk a tough-as-nails guy from the Northwest, @Haitang, into changing his name to Haitang?"
Jiao Tengda looked up at Zhao Tang, who was across the dining table, and said, "Taotao's talking to you."
"Huh?" Zhao Tang put down his chopsticks, stopped eating, and took his phone out of his pocket.
After all, he only had a right hand; his left arm was severed below the elbow.
Zhao Tang looked at his phone and typed a message: "@Tao'Er, want to set up a match sometime?"
Tao'Er: "Crabapples are fruit, Rosehip Fruits are fruit, and 'Fruit Salad' sounds so much better. @Xing'Er, what's with this 'Flower-Fruit Mountain' theme you're trying to pull?
What's that supposed to mean? That everyone in the group is a monkey, and they all eat peaches? Is this aimed at me?"
"PFFT..." Jiao Tengda quickly turned away, spraying out a mouthful of chili pepper.
