"Brother Qi, in that case, start your speech. I'm curious about what you've experienced." Lin Ran smiled and raised his glass.
Taking a deep breath, he looked at Lin Ran and said.
"Would you believe me if I said that I can transmigrate through the timeline?"
It was a familiar confession, but it exceeded Lin Ran's expectations.
Lin Ran, who had just taken a sip of wine, spat it out when he heard this.
"Cough, cough… Brother Qi, are you telling me a fantasy story?"
As Lin Ran stood up and wiped his clothes with a tissue, he couldn't help but complain. He believed that Feng Qi was joking.
"I told you to be mentally prepared. Do you think I'm telling a story?" Feng Qi couldn't help but roll his eyes.
"Are you telling the truth?"
"Yes."
Hearing this, Lin Ran's expression instantly became serious.
He sat down again and nodded at Feng Qi, indicating for him to continue.