Skeleton Tyrant
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"Brother Qian, what kind of background does that Gao guy have?" asked someone at the dining table curiously.
"I'm not sure." By then, Qian Zhengming had already changed into a new set of clothes and gone back to his room to take a shower. After all, lying down on the bathroom floor hadn't been a comfortable experience.
"So arrogant. Brother Qian merely spoke a little louder, and he started getting physical first just because he was strong." The person next to Qian Zhengming felt indignant for him.
"Okay, it's all right. This matter is already over," said Qian Zhengming with a little smile.
"Brother Qian, you treat us to dinner so often. Shall we find a day after school to teach him a lesson?"
"This is already a matter of the past. I'm grateful that you guys are willing to help me, but we've already settled this matter between ourselves," said Qian Zhengming lightly, as though this was simply an insignificant matter.