"Uh. Well, sorry, a slip of the tongue, just a slip of the tongue." Meng Chanji's old face turned black, blaming his own foul mouth, calling someone an animal, no one would be happy about that.
Besides, he hasn't seen this old friend for so many years, and the first thing he calls him is an animal.
You can't imagine how angry he must be.
"Slip of the tongue! I think you did it on purpose!"
Jipu Qingshou's old face turned black, his eyes glaring, he'd rather die than believe Meng Chanji's claim of it being a slip of the tongue.
"Uh~ forget it, forget it. It's been so many years, why are you still counting on me like this, was my impression on you that unforgettable back then?" Meng Chanji said with a mischievous grin. Despite his unruly demeanor now, he was no better than Lin Zifeng in the past, even more cynical and reckless a hundredfold.
"Huff huff..."
