Old Buddies

It was a middle-aged man with plasters on his face. The person was being jostled around in the crowd while limping. He would bow to apologize every now and then.

Ye Chen walked over as soon as he had a clearer look at the person's face. He called out to him by instinct, "Da Tian'er?"

The middle-aged man turned his head to look at Ye Chen. He shuddered slightly before turning around and ran towards the exit of the nightclub without saying anything.

Ye Chen chased after him immediately. He grabbed onto him by the street and said coldly, "Yang Tian, why did you run when you saw me?"

The middle-aged man froze and only turned around after a few seconds of silence. He revealed a dispirited look on his face and forced a smile. "Xiao Yezi, I'm no longer the Yang Tian that you knew before. Why do you still remember me? Why?"