Li Yongqi took off his hat and put it on his chest, bowed slightly and said, "We meet again, young gentleman."
He Jiaci turned around and left.
When Li Yongqi caught up with him for the nth time, He Jiaci couldn't bear it anymore: "Why on earth are you following me?"
Li Yongqi: "I like you."
He Jiasi: "I don't like people."
Li Yongqi: "It doesn't matter, you can treat me as a dog."
He Jiasi: "..."
Concept: If death had a shape, it would be all kinds of strange things