Old Zhao looked at Li Changhe with a shocked face: "Who are you, handsome guy?"
Li Changhe slowly stopped his bike, looked into Old Zhao's eyes, and tutted: "Aren't I the treasure of our Class 7? A few days apart, and you're being polite to me? I'll tell you first, us 'Commoner Alliance' folks don't mingle with you rich people. Complimenting my looks won't work!"
Old Zhao's mouth twitched as he listened to the familiar tone of Li Changhe. He sized him up and down.
The bike was new, and his clothes were a rare sight of formal attire. It seemed he hadn't gone to work recently, and then there was his hand...
"What happened to your hand?"
"You've sized me up three times, and that's all you have to say?" Li Changhe frowned, feeling something was off.