Cheng Liang laughed inexplicably.
The man frowned and said, "Damn it, you damn boy, you're just wearing a coat on such a cold day. Where are you, my grandson?"
Although his mouth was poisonous, he pulled off the scarf and threw it on Cheng Liang's head, "Come up quickly, let's eat hot pot today!"
Cheng Liang twitched the corner of his mouth and rolled over to the back seat, wrapping the scarf twice around his neck. The cold wind made his cheeks hurt.
The motorcycle trembled.
"Zhou Tiantian, I want to eat lobster, a big one"
"If you don't have money, change it! Also, don't call me by my full name, call me Brother Xiaotian!"
"Lobster, big guy! Zhou Tiantian"
"I'm poor, so I call me Brother Xiaotian!"
"Lobster, big guy, Zhou Tiantian"
"Yes, yes, the lobster is big."
"Brother Xiaotian!"
"Rub, fuck you"