"I've seen you, seen you often. Back then, your face still had some flesh on it…" Xiong Sanqi opened his mouth and started chatting.
"You used to be more likable than you are now, especially when it came to killing…"
"Cough, cough, cough…"
Liu Fusheng's throat really wasn't feeling great, so he coughed a couple more times, neatly cutting off Xiong Sanqi's words.
"Killing!?" Zhang Fan froze.
"Killing…after listening to so many stories, you'd always cling to uncle, making him accompany you." Xiong Sanqi picked up his bottle and gulped down the alcohol.
"See? I said not to tell so many gory stories, it's unhealthy, bad for the mental development of minors." Liu Fusheng grinned.
At the same time, he shot a fierce look at Xiong Sanqi's still-meaningful eyes.
"By the way, my dear nephew, do you still remember that…that, who was it…"
"Li Changgeng!?"
