"Xiao Pang?"
While wiping the sweat off Zhang Xiaoqin's face, Zhao Le paused, momentarily stunned.
The siblings, having talked more during this time, naturally brought up many things—since the incident, Zhang Xiaoqin had been silent and reticent, but now she was like reborn, becoming much more cheerful.
"Yes, don't you remember, brother?" Zhang Xiaoqin flicked Zhao Le's forehead, "Didn't you often play PS2 at Xiao Pang's house?"
"I vaguely remember, but not very well," Zhao Le shook his head, curious, "Why did you bring him up suddenly?"
——I can beat you up with Ba Shen in minutes!
——Nonsense! I haven't even used Terry yet!
——Watch me, The 524th Style: Divine Dust!!
——Take my Tian Di Ba Huang Quan!!
——Ha, 38-hit combo! You lost!
——Let's have another game!
While talking, Zhao Le faintly recalled a round chubby face... It's been about thirteen or fourteen years, right?
