When Li Xuewu saw Li Zhengfeng, he began to call himself Uncle again.
He also knew that there was no bottom line in the old uncle's name. He wore it when he used it and threw it away when he didn't use it.
Li Xuewu wanted to weld the hat on Li Zhengfeng's head, but he had more contact with it, and the cheap old uncle also knew how to be flexible.
Alas~~~
Li Xuewu is also tired. There are fewer and fewer honest people in the world. It seems that such a simple, kind and gentle young man like him is rare.
After chatting with Li Zhengfeng for a while, he got on the bus and left.
Li Zhengfeng is also standing at the gate