Panzi and Leizi had once boasted to Li Zhiyuan that they could imagine some celebrities naked even if they were dressed.
Now, Li Zhiyuan, looking at the lively Ding Dalin and Secretary Jin before him, had nothing in his mind but images of their skinned, blood-red, throbbing bodies.
In summer, in the early morning, under the bright sunshine, he suddenly felt cold enough to shudder.
Ding Dalin bent down with a benevolent smile and asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Don't you recognize me anymore?"
Li Sanjiang laughed, "How could that be? The kid was just talking about you, saying that..."
Li Zhiyuan felt a chill down his spine right away.
But by then, Li Sanjiang's words were already on his lips, and nothing could stop them.
"...he praised you for giving him such a big red envelope last time, saying how good of a grandpa you are."
"Oh, really? Hahaha," Ding Dalin laughed heartily.
Li Zhiyuan felt a bit dizzy, overwhelmed by the sensation of narrowly escaping danger.
