Zhou Wang slapped Brother B's shoulder and laughed out loud.
Even though the Zhou Wang standing here now was totally different from how he was in his memory, even carrying a faint air of disrespect—back then Zhou Wang would never have called him something like "you punk"—Brother B didn't show the slightest discomfort. On the contrary, he felt this was exactly how it should be.
After all, Zhou Wang today was no longer what he used to be. For someone like Wang Qiaobin who hadn't seen him for a long time, this kind of change was the real normal.
And Wang Qiaobin didn't feel that Zhou Wang still needed to treat him with that "senior" attitude; in fact this way he felt a lot more at ease.
In the eyes of ordinary people, he was also a "second gen"; plenty of classmates and friends tried to cozy up to him. But Brother B knew all too well… in the eyes of people like Zhou Wang and Young Master Zhang, someone like him was nothing.
